Monterey Pop Festival. The Concert No One Remembers
Other Than the 200,000 Who Attended
I came upon a child of god
He was walking along the road
And I asked him, where are you going
And this he told me…
~Joni Mitchell
Do you remember hearing about the Monterey Pop Festival?
That’s okay; not many people do.
I began high school in 1968. That was a very good year to start high school. I graduated in 1973. That was a pretty good year to graduate. One year earlier, and I would probably be writing about a whole other thing.
In 1968, at a school in Atlanta’s suburbs, there were about a dozen of what would have been considered hippies. I wasn’t one of them. My hair was short, and my clothes were geeky. That was the last year I went ‘school shopping’ with my parents at Sears.
But I liked music. My tastes were eclectic. By the time I started 8th grade (the local school system didn’t have Middle Schools at that time), I only owned two albums. You kids may need to Google that term, album. I hadn’t yet discovered Record Clubs. 12 Albums for $0.01!!! And there weren’t any records stores in my neighborhood.
