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This next scene reminds me of the old ‘Our Gang’ TV series. ‘Hey kids, let’s clean up the barn and put on a show.’ Rick was working for the L.A. Parks system, so when June got the idea to put on a free concert with the bands her friends were in, he said he could arrange a venue. June called a meeting at their house. In attendance were the guitar player (I’m sorry I don’t remember his name) from Shanti, Lowell George from Little Feat, Joel Tepp and I from Buffalo Nickel, and June, probably Jeannie and I don’t remember who else, from Fanny. If there was anyone else, I apologize for this 30-year-old memory lapse. It was decided that everybody wanted to do it, so the next day or shortly there after Rick took us around to look for the right spot. We decided on MacArthur Park. It had an outdoor stage and trees to shade the audience. The tour of venues was fun or harrowing because Rick had a Corvair van with a Chevy V-8 motor sitting where the rear passengers usually put their feet. He later traded it for an MGB. It was a more stylish car, but having a Lucas electrical system, it broke down one night in the heart of Orange County with Rick, June, and me on board.
The only hitch in the concert was that Fanny’s management didn’t want them to do it. So members of Fanny backed up Tret Fure. Shanti, Little Feat, Buffalo Nickel, and others played. Joel Tepp has a poster for the concert, but I haven’t seen it in a year and I can’t remember the other groups. As we were setting up, a guy called Billy Superball came up doing magic tricks. He performed with Spike Jones Jr. band and he opened the show at MacArthur Park. For some reason having nothing to do with normal performance hierarchy, Buffalo Nickel ended the show. It was getting on in the afternoon by then. I was pleased that one of the few musicians that stuck it out to the very end to see our set and offer his appreciation was Lowell George. He had already impressed me as someone who was out to get all he could from music and life. Sadly, he didn’t.
It was a hell of a show for those who came to the park that day, and I loved the idea of a bunch of musicians just getting together and doing it for the love of the game. Nobody was talking about exposure. It had no effect on the careers of those involved. It was just doing what we do on our own terms and offering it up for anyone who wanted to watch us have fun.