Excerpt from a letter by a good friend in San Francisco, after I had returned to West Virginia. It will be in my Morgantown to San Francisco memoir.
…. Constantly changing here—-that’s why I came here, why I stay and why I’ll leave when I do. Sometimes it’s incredible. In February, we went to see Bob Dylan. Eleven of us—-we rented a jitney bus, ate one and ½ ounce of grass in brownies, ½ tab of LSD and got dropped off at the door. —-25,000 people dressed like it was a Thursday afternoon assembly in high school…. Dylan in a three-piece black suit, white shirt, no tie—-the times they are a-changing. Dylan screaming all the lyrics ANGRY, VINDICTIVE, MOCKING like he just wrote the words…He’s doing a superstar thing right in front of everybody. The crowd is totally cued on how to behave by reading about every other night on the tour. Like a Rolling Stone is the last song and everybody knows it and knows they can surge forward. 10,000 crowd the stage. When he gets to the chorus he shrieks HOW DOES IT FEEL? 10,000 packed near the stage reach forward hands up. Everybody shrieks, the crowd goes berserk. More people yelling, running toward the stage, anticipating the next chorus…when you ain’t got nothing to lose (but a three-piece suit) you got nothing to lose (people running toward the stage) you’re invisible, you got no secrets to conceal (crowd surges forward hands up toward HIM, he’s yelling HOW DOES IT FEEL?