(after the Tulalip Indian Reservation in Marysville, WA cancelled)
1969 festival #10
Duvall is a city in King County, Washington, located on SR 203 halfway between Monroe and Carnation. The population was 8,034 at the 2020 census.
As a myopic Woodstock 1969 alum, I always thought that Woodstock was the only 1969 festival other than in the infamous Altamont at the end of the year.
I’ve learned repeatedly how wrong I was and am continually astounded at how many other 1969 festivals there were: at least 49, most of which were in the United States.
In October 2022, Glen Beebee, a reader posted a comment under my post about those other festivals. He pointed out that I had missed (yet) another one: the Sunrise to Sunset Festival in Duvall, Washington. He provided the jpegs of the concert poster as well as the newspaper article. Thank you Glen.
Otherwise, I find very little about it. I did find a reference to two nearby 1968 events: a piano drop and a festival. Here’s a bit about them.
BTW…Glen also points out that there was also the Spring Flush (Santana, It’s a Beautiful Day, Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Spring,Alice Stuart (Thomas), Gazebo, Juggernaut, Retina Circus (light show) at HEC Edmundson Pavilion 5/3/69. Very subjectively, I’ve limited my accounting of 1969 festivals to multi-day events, so will not include the Spring Flush on my list, but it does point out two things: one, there was a lot of outdoor rock music happening by 1969 and two, the Northwest played (literally and figuratively) a big part in that cornucopia.
Sunrise to Sunset Festival
Great Piano Drop, 1968
This photo of Joe McDonald, shot by “Helix” editor Paul Dorpat at Sea-Tac International Airport, was used to advertise a weekend of shows, including the Piano Drop, by Country Joe and the Fish. Above: An ad for two benefit events (including the Piano Drop) for the “Helix” and radio station KRAB.
Duvall had already experienced another counter-cultural event. On April 28, 1968 there was the Great Piano Drop on musician Larry Vanover’s farm in Duvall. A helicopter dropped an upright piano into a field just so everyone could hear what it would sound like. Organizers thought if they could get people out to a rural spot to watch a piano drop, then they’d come out to a festival, too.
If you are a Northern Exposure fan, a piano drop will sound familiar as in the February 3, 1992 episode Burning Down the House, Chris initially decided to fling a cow, but did a piano instead.
And (of course) that plot was likely inspired by Monty Python who occasionally used the idea in episodes. A video game also uses the concept:
Sunrise to Sunset Festival
Sky River Festival, 1968
Over Labor Day weekend that year, the Great Piano Drop yielded its fruit: the Sky River Festival. It was likely America’s first outdoor, multi-day hippie rock festival on an undeveloped site. Think Woodstock, but a year earlier.
…the organizers of Woodstock may well have taken their cue from the Sky River Rock Festival and Lighter Than Air Fair, held over Labor Day weekend of 1968,… At Sky (short for Skykomish) River, some 20,000 people descended on Betty Nelson’s organic raspberry farm in Sultan, Washington, to turn on, frolic naked in the mud, and tune into the music of 20 or so bands and performers, playing everything from folk and blues to jazz and rock. A young Richard Pryor was there (his debut comedy album would be released that November), as was the Grateful Dead, whose unscheduled appearance on the last day of the festival was as big a surprise to the concert’s exhausted and bewildered promoters as it was to the appreciative crowd.
But I digress. “What about the Sunrise to Sunset Festival,” you ask. I digress for a good reason: I can find very little about the festival other than it did actually happen. The above referenced AP article is The Daily Chronicle from Monday 2 June 1969. The headline reads: Hippies Take To the Hills.
The articles first sentence reads …hippies and some of the not-so-hip took to the hills during the Memorial Day weekend to follow the Sunrise to Sunset Rock Festival as it moved from Marysville to this tiny King County community, scene of a piano drop last April.
Sunrise to Sunset Festival
30 Bands
Click on picture to see full size…easier to read
The article says that there were 30 bands, but does not mention one of them. Apparently the biggest local issue was a traffic jam when a parking area flooded, The wunderground.com site shows it was somewhat a chilly weekend that had had rain some rain in the days before.
Sunrise to Sunset Festival
Sky River Rock Festival & Lighter Than Air Fair, 1969
Tenino, Washington is nearly 100 miles south of Duvall and on August 30, 31, and September 1, 1969 was the Sky River Rock Festival and Light Than Air Fair. Besides have what is likely the longest name of any fair that year (or ever?).
And a shout out to Glen and his associates for their book: Split Fountain Hieroglyphics: Psychedelic Concert Posters from the Seattle Area, 1966-1969.
From their site: The 60’s Seattle area poster scene has been chronicled in this new, hardcover, 150 page volume titled: Split Fountain Hieroglyphics: Psychedelic Concert Posters from the Seattle Area, 1966-1969. With help from Glen Beebe (design/production), Ben Marks (editor) and a foreword by Art Chantry, I’ve published a limited edition of 500, signed and numbered books. With almost 200, full color illustrations of concert art, artist interviews and essays covering topics such as the Piano Drop and Sky River,
The Greenwood neighborhood of Tulsa, Oklahoma had earned the nickname America’s Black Wall Street. By 1921, it was a 35-block neighborhood with a bustling retail scene, as well as two schools, two newspapers and a hospital. Dozens of successful black-owned, black-run businesses were there. Hundreds of Blacks lived within walking distance of grocery stores, hotels, nightclubs, billiard halls, theaters, doctor’s offices and churches.
It was a city within a city.
Tulsa Race Massacre
Post Civil War
According to a New York Times article, “Many African-Americans migrated to Tulsa after the Civil War, carrying dreams of new chapters and the kind of freedom found in owning businesses. Others made a living working as maids, waiters, chauffeurs, shoe shiners and cooks for Tulsa’s new oil class.
In Greenwood, residents held more than 200 different types of jobs. About 40 percent of the community’s residents were professionals or skilled craftspeople, like doctors, pharmacists, carpenters and hairdressers, according to a Times analysis of the 1920 census. While a vast majority of the neighborhood rented, many residents owned their homes.”
Though Blacks enjoyed success within Greenwood, as with all areas in the United States, the majority white Tulsa community continued to deny them access to society in general.
Tulsa Race Massacre
May 30 and June 1, 1921
On May 30, 1921 there was an elevator incident. As with nearly all such incidents, the truth is likely not close to the stories that were told.
The incident involved Dick Rowland, 19, a young Black shoe shiner, and Sarah Page, 17, a white elevator operator and likely was that Rowland tripped and grabbed onto the arm of Page while trying to catch his fall. She screamed, and he ran away, according to the 200-page 1921 Tulsa Race Massacre Centennial Commission report released on February 28, 2001.
Tulsa Race Massacre
May 31, 1921
Authorities arrest Dick Rowland the following day and jailed him in the Tulsa County Courthouse. As usual, the white-owned newspapers inflamed white Tulsa residents with the headline: “Nab Negro for Attacking Girl in Elevator.”
While any report, however spurious, of any Black person’s “disrespect” of a White person was cause for revenge, the interaction between a Black male and a White female was particularly provoking.
A lynch mob showed up outside the Courthouse. Twice, a group of armed Black Tulsans, many of them World War I veterans, offered to help protect Rowland but the sheriff turned them away.
As the men left the second time, a white man tried to disarm one of the black men. His weapon discharged and that sparked the always-simmering excuse to teach “them” a lesson.
Later, authorities would drop the charges against Rowland and concluded that he had most likely tripped and stepped on the Page’s foot, but that conclusion came far too late.
Tulsa Race Massacre
2-days of Destruction
A white mob descended on Greenwood.
Again according to the NY Times article, The mob “…indiscriminately shot Black people in the streets, ransacked homes, stole money and jewelry.
“They set fires, “house by house, block by block,” according to the commission report.
“Terror came from the sky, too. White pilots flew airplanes that dropped dynamite over the neighborhood, the report stated, making the Tulsa aerial attack what historians call among the first of an American city.
“The numbers presented a staggering portrait of loss: 35 blocks burned to the ground; as many as 300 dead; hundreds injured; 8,000 to 10,000 left homeless; more than 1,470 homes burned or looted.”
Though some Black residents attempted to stay and rebuilt, it never again was America’s Black Wall Street.
Tulsa passed a fire ordinance intended to prevent Black property owners from rebuilding on their own and insurance companies that refused to pay damage claims.
Tulsa hid the story. Decades later when some young Black college students from Tulsa learned of the Massacre, they responded with disbelief how effective the secret keeping had been.
No one was ever prosecuted or punished for the Massacre and in 2005, the Supreme Court declined to hear a case brought by massacre victims, who appealed the decision of two federal court judges who said the victims waited too long to file their lawsuit.
July 9, 2023: there had been a lawsuit regarding compensation but on this date Oklahoma Judge Caroline Wall threw out the lawsuit.
August 16, 2023: the Oklahoma Supreme Court agreed to hear an appeal of July 9 dismissal of the lawsuit filed by the attack’s last at the time three living survivors.
June 12, 2024: the Oklahoma Supreme Court affirmed the lower court’s dismissal of the lawsuit.
The ruling concluded the lawsuit that Lessie Benningfield Randle, 109, and Viola Ford Fletcher, 110, filed in 2020. Another survivor of the massacre, Hughes Van Ellis, the younger brother of Ms. Fletcher, died at 102 in October 2023.
The justices ruled that the plaintiffs’ grievances, including any lingering economic and social impact of the massacre, “do not fall within the scope of our state’s public nuisance statute” and do not support a claim for reparations.
“The continuing blight alleged within the Greenwood community born out of the Massacre implicates generational-societal inequities that can only be resolved by policymakers — not the courts,” the ruling stated. [NYT article]
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Here is a linkto many photos related to the Massacre.
And here a link to an excellent Smithsonian Magazine article entitled Artifacts From the Tulsa Race Massacre.
Sly and the Family Stone had finished one of the festival’s most memorable set (for some the most memorable set) thus far. Chip Monck had reminded the crowd that The Who were next.
Woodstock Ventures never intended that the festival be a political event, but it was 1969 and no one could avoid the presence of Vietnam, assassinations, civil rights, and injustices. Especially if 500,000 young people showed up at the same place at the same time.
PBS described Abbie Hoffman as, ” a radical, revolutionary, political activist and social clown, if somebody is against something, odds are good Hoffman is against it too. Although his fame is cemented in the ’70s, his revolutionary bona fides are established in the ’60s”
Woodstock Ventures had permitted Hoffman to be a part of the event, albeit a minor part. Before The Who came on, he blew into the mic and spoke of the arrest and imprisonment of White Panther John Sinclair who was facing “ten fucking years for two joints of marijuana while we’re all sitting here digging rock music.” He spoke for 30 seconds.
5 AM
It was 5 AM. Sunrise was about an hour away. Woodstock’s second day of music was 17 hours old.
My favorite album that summer was The Who’s Tommy. Not only was it a great album, I had gotten it for free by re-subscribing to Rolling Stone Magazine. I hoped the band would do some of Tommy.
Wish completely fulfilled.
Below right is The Tommy album track listing. I have asterisked those songs that The Who did not perform at Woodstock. On the right is their Woodstock setlist.
Overture *
It’s a Boy
1921
Amazing Journey
Sparks
Eyesight to the Blind/The Hawker
Christmas
Cousin Kevin *
The Acid Queen
Underture *
Do You Think It’s Alright
Fiddle About
Pinball Wizard
There’s a Doctor
Go To the Mirror
Tommy Can You Hear Me? *
Smash the Mirror
Sensation *
Miracle Cure *
Sally Simpson *
I’m Free
Welcome
Tommy’s Holiday Camp
We’re Not Gonna Take It
Heaven and Hell [not Tommy]
I Can’t Explain [not Tommy]
It’s a Boy
1921
Amazing Journey
Sparks
Eyesight to the Blind
Christmas
Acid Queen
Pinball Wizard
Abbie Hoffman incident
Do You Think It’s Alright?
Fiddle About
There’s a Doctor
Go to the Mirror
Smash the Mirror
I’m Free
Tommy’s Holiday Camp
We’re Not Gonna Take It
Summertime Blues [not Tommy]
Shakin’ All Over[not Tommy]
My Generation[ not Tommy]
Even with Abbie Hoffman’s surprise second brief appearance, the Who are only on stage a bit over an hour.
Even with only three people in the band typically played an instrument, bassist John Entwistle remained behind the scene to the perpetually moving Pete Townshend, Keith Moon, and Roger Daltry.
Heaven and Hell had been the B-side of the Who’s single, Summertime Blues, but had been on an album.
On top of the sky is a place where you go if you’ve done nothing wrong If you’ve done nothing wrong And down in the ground is a place where you go if you’ve been a bad boy If you’ve been a bad boy
Why can’t we have eternal life And never die Never die? In the place up above you grow feather wings and you fly round and round With a harp singing hymns
And down in the ground you grow horns and a tail and you carry a fork And burn away
Why can’t we have eternal life, and never die Never die?
The Who Woodstock
I Can’t Explain
I Can’t Explain had been the Who’s first single as the Who (they’d released a single with “Zoot Suit”/”I’m the Face” as the High Numbers. In a 2015 interview with Rolling Stone, Townshend referred to “I Can’t Explain” as “a song, written by some 18-year-old kid, about the fact that he can’t tell his girlfriend he loves her because he’s taken too many Dexedrine tablets.”
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It’s a Boy
Their performance of Tommy did not have the overture the album contained, but as soon as the crowd hears the opening of “It’s a Boy” they knew what was coming.
It’s a boy, Mrs. Walker, it’s a boy
It’s a boy, Mrs. Walker, it’s a boy
A son
A son
A son
The Who Woodstock
1921
The story continues…
[Lover]
I’ve got a feeling twenty one
Is going to be a good year.
Especially if you and me
See it in together.
[Father:]
So you think 21 is going to be a good year.
It could be for me and her,
But you and her-no never!
I had no reason to be over optimistic,
But somehow when you smiled
I could brave bad weather
[Mother:]
What about the boy?
What about the boy?
What about the boy?
He saw it all!
[Mother and Father:]
You didn’t hear it
You didn’t see it.
You won’t say nothing to no one
ever in your life.
You never heard it
Oh how absurd it
All seems without any proof.
You didn’t hear it
You didn’t see it
You never heard it not a word of it.
You won’t say nothing to no one
Never tell a soul
What you know is the Truth.
The Who Woodstock
Amazing Journey
Deaf, dumb and blind boy He’s in a quiet vibration land. Strange as it seems, his musical dreams Ain’t quite so bad.
Ten years old with thoughts as bold as thoughts can be. Loving life and becoming wise In simplicity.
Sickness will surely take the mind Where minds can’t usually go. Come on the amazing journey And learn all you should know.
A vague haze of delirium Creeps up on me. All at once a tall stranger I suddenly see. He’s dressed in a silver sparkled Glittering gown And his golden beard flows Nearly down to the ground.
Nothing to say and nothing to hear And nothing to see. Each sensation makes a note In my symphony.
Sickness will surely take the mind Where minds can’t usually go. Come on the amazing journey And learn all you should know.
His eyes are the eyes that Transmit all they know. Sparkle warm crystalline glances to show That he is your leader And he is your guide On the amazing journey Together you’ll ride.
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Sparks
An amazing instrumental.
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Eyesight to the Blind/The Hawker
The Who used the lyrics written by Sonny Boy Williamson for the rock opera’s next song.
You talk about your woman I wish you could see mine You talk about your woman I wish you could see mine Every time she starts to lovin’ She brings eyesight to the blind
You know her daddy gave her magic I can tell by the way she walks Her daddy gave her magic, I can tell by the way she walks Every time she start to shakin’ The dumb begin to talk
She’s got the power to heal you, never fear! She’s got the power to heal you, never fear! Just a word from her lips And the deaf begin to hear
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Christmas
The story continues and we hear for the first time the heart wrenching lines, See me, feel me, touch me, heal me!
Did you ever see the faces of the children They get so excited Waking up on Christmas morning Hours before the winter sun’s ignited They believe in dreams and all they mean Including heaven’s generosity Peeping round the door To see what parcels are for free In curiosity
And Tommy doesn’t know what day it is He doesn’t know who Jesus was Or what praying is How can he be saved From the eternal grave?
Surrounded by his friends He sits so silently And unaware of anything Playing poxy pinball, Picks his nose and smiles and Pokes his tongue at everything I believe in love But how can men who’ve never seen Light be enlightened Only if he’s cured Will his spirits future level ever heighten
And Tommy doesn’t know what day it is He doesn’t know who Jesus was Or what praying is How can he be saved From the eternal grave?
Tommy, can you hear me? Tommy, can you hear me? Tommy, can you hear me? Tommy, can you hear me? Tommy, can you hear me? Can you hear me? How can he be saved?
See me, feel me, touch me, heal me! See me, feel me, touch me, heal me!
Tommy, can you hear me? Tommy, can you hear me? Tommy, can you hear me? Tommy, can you hear me? Tommy, can you hear me? Can you, can you, can you hear me? How can he be saved?
Did you ever see the faces of the children They get so excited Waking up on Christmas morning Hours before the winter sun’s ignited They believe in dreams and all they mean Including heaven’s generosity Peeping round the door To see what parcels are for free In curiosity
And Tommy doesn’t know what day it is He doesn’t know who Jesus was Or what praying is How can he be saved From the eternal grave?
The Who Woodstock
Acid Queen
[Gypsy:]
If your man ain’t all he should be now This girl will put him right. I’ll show him what he could be now Just give me one night. I’m the Gypsy – the acid Queen. Pay before we start. I’m the Gypsy – The acid queen. I’ll tear your soul apart.
Give us a room and close the door Leave us for a while. Your boy won’t be a boy no more Young, but not a child. I’m the Gypsy – the acid queen. Pay before we start. I’m the Gypsy the acid queen. I’ll tear your soul apart.
Gather your wits and hold on fast, Your mind must learn to roam. Just as the Gypsy Queen must do You’re gonna hit the road.
My work is done now look at him He’s never been more alive. His head it shakes his fingers clutch. Watch his body writhe I’m the Gypsy – the acid queen. Pay before we start. I’m the Gypsy – I’m guaranteed. To break your little heart.
The Who Woodstock
Pinball Wizard
Playing a pinball machine was a common entertainment. It was for Boomers, the Game Boy before the Game Boy. The band skips the album’s Underture and jumps Pinball Wizard in front of Do You Think It’s Alright
Ever since I was a young boy I’ve played the silver ball From Soho down to Brighton I must have played them all But I ain’t seen nothing like him In any amusement hall
That deaf, dumb and blind kid Sure plays a mean pinball!
He stands like a statue Becomes part of the machine Feeling all the bumpers Always playing clean Plays by intuition The digit counters fall
That deaf, dumb and blind kid Sure plays a mean pinball!
He’s a pinball wizard There has to be a twist A pinball wizard’s got such a supple wrist
‘How do you think he does it? I don’t know What makes him so good?’
Ain’t got no distractions Can’t hear no buzzers and bells Don’t see no lights a-flashin’ Plays by sense of smell Always gets the replay Never seen him fall
That deaf, dumb and blind kid Sure plays a mean pinball!
I thought I was The Bally table king But I just handed my pinball crown to him
Even on my favorite table He can beat my best His disciples lead him in And he just does the rest He’s got crazy flipper fingers Never seen him fall
That deaf, dumb and blind kid Sure plays a mean pinball!
The Who Woodstock
Abbie Hoffman interruptus
This is the Abbie Hoffman that Woodstock remembers. For whatever reason Hoffman felt he needed another moment to emphasize John Sinclair’s plight. Townshend reportedly didn’t know who Hoffman was and tells him to “Get off my fuckin’ stage.” The crown enthusiastically endorses Townshend’s view, but then he says, “I can dig it.”
The Who Woodstock
Do You Think It’s Alright?
Getting uncomfortable now both lyrically and after the brief Do You Think It’s Alright Townshend says that the “the next fuckin’ person who comes on the stage is gonna get fuckin’ killed [applause]. I mean it.” Apparently he’s had a change of heart.
Do you think it’s alright To leave the boy with Uncle Ernie? Do you think it’s alright He’s had a few too many tonight Do you think it’s alright? I think it’s alright
The Who Woodstock
Fiddle About
Uncle Ernie babysits.
I’m your wicked Uncle Ernie
I’m glad you won’t see or hear me
As I fiddle about, fiddle about, fiddle about
Your mother left me here to mind you
Now I’m doing what I want to
Fiddling about, fiddling about, fiddle about
Down with the bedclothes
Up with your nightshirt
Fiddle about, fiddle about, fiddle about
Fiddle about, fiddle about, fiddle about
You won’t shout as I fiddle about
Fiddle about, fiddle about, fiddle about
Fiddle about, fiddle about, fiddle about
Fiddle about, fiddle about, fiddle about
Fiddle about, fiddle about, fiddle about
Fiddle, fiddle, fiddle
The Who Woodstock
There’s a Doctor
There’s a man I’ve found
Could bring us all joy!
There’s a doctor in town could cure the boy!
There’s a doctor in town could cure the boy!
There’s a man I’ve found could remove his sorrow,
He lives in this town let’s see him tomorrow,
He lives in this town let’s see him tomorrow!
The Who Woodstock
Go to the Mirror
The return of the refrain, See me, feel me, touch me, heal me
[Doctor:]
He seems to be completely unreceptive
The tests I gave him show no sense at all
His eyes react to light the dials detect it
He hears but cannot answer to your call
[Tommy:]
See me, feel me, touch me, heal me
See me, feel me, touch me, heal me
[Doctor:]
There is no chance no untried operation
All hope lies with him and none with me
Imagine though the shock from isolation
When he suddenly can hear and speak and see
[Tommy:]
See me, feel me, touch me, heal me
See me, feel me, touch me, heal me
[Doctor:]
His eyes can see
His ears can hear his lips speak
All the time the needles flick and rock
No machine can give the kind of stimulation
Needed to remove his inner block
Go to the mirror boy
Go to the mirror boy
[Father:]
I often wonder what he’s feeling
Has he ever heard a word I’ve said?
Look at him in the mirror dreaming
What is happening in his head?
[Tommy:]
Listening to you I get the music
Gazing at you I get the heat
Following you I climb the mountain
I get excitement at your feet
Right behind you I see the millions
On you I see the glory
From you I get opinions
From you I get the story
[Father:]
What is happening in his head
Ooooh I wish I knew, I wish I knew
The Who Woodstock
Smash the Mirror
Skipping Tommy Can You Hear Me? the band jumps to Smash the Mirror.
[Mother:]
You don’t answer my call With even a nod or a twitch But you gaze at your own reflection! You don’t seem to see me But I think you can see yourself. How can the mirror affect you?
Can you hear me Or do I surmise? That you fear me can you feel my temper RISE.
Do you hear or fear or Do I smash the mirror. Do you hear of fear or Do I smash the mirror? SMASH!
The Who Woodstock
I’m Free
Skipping Sensation, Miracle Cure, and Sally Simpson the band jumps to I’m Free.
[Tommy:]
I’M FREE- I’m free, And freedom tastes of reality, I’m free-I’m free, AN’ I’m waiting for you to follow me.
If I told you what it takes to reach the highest high, You’d laugh and say ‘nothing’s that simple’ But you’ve been told many times before Messiahs pointed to the door And no one had the guts to leave the temple!
I’m free-I’m free And freedom tastes of reality I’m free-I’m free And I’m waiting for you to follow me.
[Chorus:]
How can we follow? How can we follow?
The Who Woodstock
Tommy’s Holiday Camp
Skipping “Welcome” the band goes directly to camp.
Good morning Campers!
I’m your Uncle Ernie and I’ll welcome you to Tommy’s Holiday Camp The camp with the difference Nevermind the weather When you come to Tommy’s The holiday’s forever
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We’re Not Gonna Take It
The band closes Tommy with what is also the album’s last song and for many one of the most plaintive songs ever written.
Welcome to the camp I guess you all know why we’re here My name is Tommy And I became aware this year If you want to follow me You’ve got to play pinball And put in your ear plugs Put on your eye shades You know where to put the cork
Hey you gettin’ drunk So sorry, I got you sussed Hey you smokin’ mother nature This is a bust Hey hung up old Mr. Normal Don’t try to gain my trust ‘Cause you ain’t gonna follow me Any of those ways Although you think you must
We’re not gonna take it We’re not gonna take it We’re not gonna take it We’re not gonna take it We’re not gonna take it Never did and never will We’re not gonna take it Gonna break it Gonna shake it Let’s forget it better still
Now you can’t hear me Your ears are truly sealed You can’t speak either Your mouth is filled You can’t see nothing And pinball completes the scene Here comes Uncle Ernie To guide you to Your very own machine
We’re not gonna take it We’re not gonna take it We’re not gonna take it We’re not gonna take it We’re not gonna take it Never did and never will Don’t want no religion And as far as we can tell We ain’t gonna take you Never did and never will We forsake you Gonna rape you Let’s forget you better still
We forsake you Gonna rape you Let’s forget you better still
See me, feel me Touch me, heal me See me, feel me Touch me, heal me See me, feel me Touch me, heal me See me, feel me Touch me, heal me
Listening to you, I get the music Gazing at you, I get the heat Following you, I climb the mountain I get excitement at your feet Right behind you, I see the millions On you, I see the glory From you, I get opinions From you, I get the story
The Who Woodstock
Summertime Blues
Tommy is over, but not The Who. “Summertime Blues” is a song co-written and recorded by Eddie Cochran.
Well, I’m gonna raise a fuss I’m gonna raise a holler ‘Bout workin’ all summer Just to try to earn a dollar Well, I went to the bossman Tried to get a break But the boss said ‘No dice, son, You gotta work late’
Sometimes I wonder what am I gonna do ‘Cause there ain’t no cure for the summertime blues
Well, my Mom and Poppa told me Son, you gotta earn some money If you want to use the car To go riding next Sunday Well, I didn’t go to work I told the boss I was sick He said ‘You can’t use the car ‘Cause you didn’t work a lick’
Sometimes I wonder what am I gonna do There ain’t no cure for the summertime blues
Gonna take two weeks Gonna have a fine vacation Gonna take my problem To the United Nations Well’ I went to my congressman He said ‘quote’ ‘I’d like to help you son, But you’re too young to vote’
Sometimes I wonder what am I gonna do ‘Cause there ain’t no cure for the summertime blues
The Who Woodstock
Shakin’ All Over
“Shakin’ All Over” is a song originally performed by Johnny Kidd & the Pirates. Johnny Kidd wrote it and his original recording reached No. 1 on the UK Singles Chart in August 1960.
When you move in right up close to me That’s when I get the shakes all over me Quivers down my back bone I’ve got the shakes down the kneebone Yeah havin’ the tremors in the thighbone Shakin’ all over Just the way you say goodnight to me Brings that feeling on inside of me Quivers down my back bone I’ve got the quivers down the thighbone Yeah the tremors in my back bone Shakin’ all over Quivers down my back bone Yeah I have the shakes in the kneebone I’ve got the tremors in the back bone Shakin’ all over
Well, you make me shake and I like it, baby Well, you make me shake and I like it, baby Well, you make me shake and I like it, baby
The Who Woodstock
My Generation
The song was released as a single on 29 October 1965, reaching No. 2 in the UK, The Who’s highest charting single in their home countr and No. 74 in America.“My Generation” also appeared on The Who’s 1965 debut album, My Generation (The Who Sings My Generation in the United States),
People try to put us d-down (talkin’ ’bout my generation) Just because we get around (talkin’ ’bout my generation) Things they do look awful c-c-cold (talkin’ ’bout my generation) I hope I die before I get old (talkin’ ’bout my generation)
This is my generation This is my generation, baby
Why don’t you all f-fade away (talkin’ ’bout my generation) Don’t try to dig what we all s-s-s-say (talkin’ ’bout my generation) I’m not trying to ’cause a big s-s-sensation (talkin’ ’bout my generation) I’m just talkin’ ’bout my g-g-g-generation (talkin’ ’bout my generation)
My generation This is my generation, baby
Why don’t you all f-fade away (talkin’ ’bout my generation) And don’t try to d-dig what we all s-s-say (talkin’ ’bout my generation) I’m not trying to ’cause a b-big s-s-sensation (talkin’ ’bout my generation) I’m just talkin’ ’bout my g-g-generation (talkin’ ’bout my generation)
This is my generation This is my generation, baby My my my generation
People try to put us d-down (talkin’ ’bout my generation) Just because we g-g-get around (talkin’ ’bout my generation) Things they do look awful c-c-cold (talkin’ ’bout my generation) Yeah, I hope I die before I get old (talkin’ ’bout my generation)
This is my generation This is my generation, baby My my my generation
this is my generation (Talkin’ ’bout my generation) this is my generation (Talkin’ ’bout my generation) this is my generation (Talkin’ ’bout my generation) this is my generation (Talkin’ ’bout my generation) this is my generation (Talkin’ ’bout my generation) this is my generation (Talkin’ ’bout my generation) this is my generation
The Who Woodstock
Sunday Sunrise
The sun rose and it was good.
Sunday morning August 17, 1969. Photo by J Shelley
