...sneaking downhill from the Griffith Park Absurdatory to the back wall of the Greek Theatre to catch Joni Mitchell opening for CSNY, when all still lived in Laurel Canyon on a balmy summer evening....
Joni in her prime vocals, followed by the guys doing an instrumental open...
Stills turns, hollers "Open, Sesame!"...curtain parts to a galaxy of pilot lights...
..followed by a shout-out to 'all the creatures in the woods!'
Us....the lumpy Xmas tree of lighters, nearly rivaling the seated who gasp and laugh and move on to a memorable set.
Managing to clamber uphill, happy to find my Cortina hadn't gotten towed or chained into the parking area....
Buzzed clear nights on Blue Jay Way, watching the flights in 'n out of LAX....
...wondering what we'd see if/when The Big One shook 'n baked LA if acidified at the wrong time at the right place....*L*...
"Would you have believed that?!" Probably not....got anything for an acid stomach?...🤪🤦♂️.
Late '60's > early '70's + late teens>early 20's in SoCal = I have an excuse of sorts....
..lost That when I moved to the Bay Area to replete the grain bamage....