Kids are tough for grownups. That much my teenager and his friends have taught this old guy...
As I was thinking about this thread in the car today, an amusing thought occured: I grew up in NJ outside NYC. Does anyone here have any recollections of the all-time worst outdoor concert venue of all time...Roosevelt Stadium in Jersey City?
The Stadium was deep in a filthy, burnt out industrial zone, surrounded by stinking tidal marshes. The most depressing experience I had there was Summer '73 at an afternoon Clapton show. Hot, humid, polluted air, sky yellow with sulfur, Clapton at his strung-out worst. The show promoter had arranged for someone to shoot off arial bombs (just a rocket with a very loud bang). Sound was bad, Clapton was even bad (when you could hear him) and very irritable - pissed off at the audience, the band, etc. The rockets kept going off in and out of synch with the show. The guy I went with described the whole experience as sort of hellish. Finally, after having stopped the show twice due to fights among infield audience and launching a tirade at the pyrotechs to stop the f--king bombs!, Clapton disappeared from the stage, not to return. The show (if that's what it was) lasted no more than 40 minutes! Afterward, it took nearly 3 hours to exit the parking.
My wierdest, grossest concert experience occured at, you guessed it - Roosevelt Stadium - that same summer at a rained-out Dead show. The sky just opened and the rain and lightning didn't slow or stop for hours. The wierdest image I retain to this day was the depraved scene in the men's rooms. 4 of water on the floor, way over capacity due to people seeking shelter from the storm, guys peeing in toilets, sinks, garbage cans and even a plastic garbage bag that was stapled to a wall. Ugh!!
Phil actually came out during a brief let up in the rain and played his bass for a couple minutes. The solitary positive to the day was the sound of Phil's Alembic. It just thundered and soared (courtesy of the Wall of Sound)!! It was the first time the thought crossed my mind and those fateful words passed my lips: God, I gotta get me one of those Olympics somehow!. Despite a canopied stage, there was way too much water to operate anything electrical - thus - a rained-out, rain or shine show.
Nonetheless, most of my contemporaries and I returned to Roosevelt again and again. Kids just have no standards...
Anyone else out there have any fonder memories of that hellhole in Jersey City?
Bill