Wakajawaka

More about me:

Let me introduce myself. My name is Mark...AKA: The Grand Wazoo ... I live at the confluence of the Snake And Clearwater rivers. On the Idaho & Washington border. Its not the end of the world but on a clear day You can see it from here. Sign coming into town reads " Welcome to Idaho now set your clocks back twenty years.

Age:..................I was 19 in the Summer of love (1967 )
Height:..............Six foot, standing on a 2" brick
Weight:.............Approx.: 103 kilos 103 x 2.2=s
Eyes:.................Blue
Thoughts:..........New
Tattoo:..............#1 on protrubence reads, Ok! When excited, it reads Oklaaahoooma!
Occupation:........ Philosopher (wish it paid more) & Urban Gorilla (retired )
Hair:................. Alabaster
Hero:................ George Patton: The thought of his tired worn out troops, following him a 100 miles through snow, in the dead of winter, without rest! to Bastone to rescue the 101st. Got there Day after Christmas. *Chest swells with pride* Is that American or what
Mantra:............Clean! Clear! Bright! Happy! Healthy! Bold! Undaunted! Complete! Whole!
Looks:........... Find a pix of Jerry Garica, now put the sun at your back, hold it at arms length, that's me!
Possesions:.......House, Honesty, Harley, Humor, Hat, Heart, Hound and a bumbershoot.
Dog:................ Gizmo is a Harley rid'in Shih Tzu. He has a real knack of getting himself into trouble. More about him later.
Drugs:............ I don't mess around with drugs....Not me!...I'm more into full scale research. It all started back in the summer of love. By 1966, Haight-Ashbury was alive with psychedelic music furnished by LSD-using groups such as Jefferson Airplane, the Grateful Dead, Big Brother and the Holding Company and Country Joe and the Fish. Interestingly, they say that the "Bay Area" style of music and dancing, if anything, emulated the tribal American Indian. The psychedelic "wave" crested in 1967 when hundreds of thousands of people (wearing all colors of the rainbow and with "flowers in their hair") converged on San Francisco for "the summer of love".
After listening to Hendrix in the park, I was on my way back to the Haight to see if Meher Baba, had spoken yet, and to pick up some clean duds at the free store. That is when I stumbled on "THE BUS" ( Further) and was taken to The old Tavern at Muir Beach. There I learned the art of being a prankster. We all stayed merry with help from Mary. While waiting for Ken's Royalties check I worked part time as a nuclear powered pansexual roto-plooker salesman. Whoa !..I must have sold a Hundred of those XQJ-797's You know the ones that resembled the old Telefunken U-47's!
So Really I am pretty much that guy you read about, the one that got caught up in the 60's. Dropped out of school my junior year after spending summer vacation in Sac. It all started with this ticket.

When I told the Old man what I was up to he laid his pay check on me ($236.00) and said " Don't come back" and I didn't for 3 ½ years.
That Fall of "66" the people that were coming to the Haight, was doubling about every 3 months. In the winter of "67" I had left the Haight and moved to Big Bear Ranch. Ah! what a fun place that was. Then one day I stepped 'On The Bus' ( Further ) and rode with the Prankster's up to Sacramento. Where I found myself back at the very place where it all had started. The scene had changed as much as I had. DA's, Hot Rod Cars, Mel's Drive Inn and Elvis now had to take a back seat to, Long hair, Vw microbuses, health food and a new, different sound. As I stood in line waiting for the Doors to open (pun) I wondered if this place could match the impact had on me a little over a year earlier. We were damn lucky to get tickets and gladly paid the over inflated street price of $5.00. The announcer's voice is still fresh in my mind. Scenic Sounds proudly presents..... The Doors

When I show this ticket to plp of the extra generation and can see the envy in there eyes as they sit on the edge of there chairs to hear my accounts of this and other events, I realize that I was very luckily to have been there and a player in the renaissance of those times. But the Grand Daddy of all of them was witnessed by these eyes earlier that year, that will always be known as the summer of love...It was the best show I have ever seen. It was down in ...
Monterey!
WOW! what a line up.

Friday Evening,
June 16, 1967

The Association
The Paupers
Lou Rawls
Beverly
Johnny Rivers
Eric Burdon & The Animals
Simon & Garfunkel

Saturday Afternoon,
June 17, 1967

Canned Heat
Big Brother & The Holding Company
Country Joe & The Fish
Al Kooper
The Butterfield Blues Band
Quicksilver Messenger Service
The Steve Miller Band
The Electric Flag


Saturday Evening,
June 17, 1969


Moby Grape
Hugh Masekela
The Byrds
The Butterfield Blues Band
Laura Nyro
Jefferson Airplane
Booker T & The MG's (with the Mar-Keys)
Otis Redding

Sunday Afternoon,
June 18, 1967

Ravi Shankar

Sunday Evening,
June 18, 1967

The Blues Project
Big Brother & The Holding Company
The Group With No Name
Buffalo Springfield
The Who
The Grateful Dead
The Jimi Hendrix Experience
Scott McKenzie
The Mamas & The Papas