“At Woodstock you had your acid, pot, ’shrooms and peyote, you know—soft fuzzy stuff,” Dodge explains. “But Altamont demanded a slightly ruder approach. I mean, consider how each handled its security. Woodstock had Wavy Gravy clowning around and ladling up oatmeal, whereas at Altamont it was Hell’s Angels roaring through the crowd on thunder machines.” Dodge pauses, fiddling with what appears to be a dark shrunken head the size of a jumbo egg. “The Angels,’ he continues, ‘they’re all sky high on Methedrine, swinging leaded pool cues, whipping out shanks and downing a truckload of beer. On one hand, Woodstock invites Mr. Rogers to gently monitor their festival, while here at Altamont Brownshirts get hired to soften up the crowd for the Gestapo.” More from the source: BayTime Detective on...
Altamont free concert: 1969
