The Archive.
updated Jan 2011
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Below: some
stills of the stage under construction, the weather was not kind leading up
to the festival and I don't envy the crew members who were adding the panels
in the high winds . It must have been a good 50 feet at the very top of the
pyramid and it would have been no fun trying to attach a panel whilst being
battered by typical British weather. !
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The
actual site was a natural amphitheatre which has to rank as one of the best
ever in the UK. The surrounding woods provided ideal places for
people to camp . Apparently some people built tree houses which could be scaled
by climbing rope ladders, others constructed shacks from tarpaulins and polythene
as you can see below.
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Someone sent me this press account, its incomplete and origin unknown
" The whole festival seemed to take off and people now, dancing , exotically dressed , happy , grubby, seemed more like those people who gaze from mediaeval paintings than if they belonged in present times, more like mediaeval mummers. jongleurs.
Everyone was dancing. In front of the stage, amidst the dense crowds there , people were dancing, their hands held high above their heads. Carried away , a vicar entered the dancing throng and high on the scaffolding of the stage the dance went on and clapping hands were raised to the sky. In another part, where people were still sitting , the Jesus Freak was also dancing . He is a visitor to many festivals , who combines frenzied dancing with lectures about the perils of L.S.D " " As the festival reached its climax, it was as if the earth was vibrating too, vibrating like a long suffering drum. Two of a group had taken off their clothes and were standing nude , arm in arm, the slightly taller one who had light ringletted hair and the other one with profuse hanging hair , the fairy and the madame. " |
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And besides
the music of the professionals , there was another type of music . On the freshly
trampled grass a young man was caressing the top of a skin covered drum with
a spade handler. A man who was banging two crushed coca cola tins together had
huge stars on the glasses of his dark specs and whitewash on his face. Every
type of instrument was being brought into play , especially recorders. bongos
, tin whistles , ocarinas , small cymbals. "
Glastonbury Fair, heralded for almost twelve months as a possible ultimate Good Vibes entity, or decried as just another flower power jerk-off, managed to satisfy both sides of the argument over its four days.
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In the tradition of Euglish festivals it had the obligatory nudes, rain, Hells Angels, macro food and all the attendant phenomena of such gatherings .The one difference, undeniable by the most cynical, was its genuinely peaceful atmosphere. Not a specifically music festival, Glastonbury managed to avoid the uptight ego-tripping excesses that usually accompany any get together for superstars. The only problems, apart from the absence of the various West Coast bands who had been rumoured to appear—the Grateful Dead got as far as Amsterdam, but couldn't spare the time — came from the villagers, both in Glastonbury, eight miles distant and from Pilton, the village almost on the site of the Festival. Threats of an injunction against the Festival's organizer, Andrew Kerr, to stop the proceedings didn't materialize. Local worthies and villagers attacked the all-night noise, but attempts to stop the generators at midnight had no success, despite some press reports to the contrary. Everyone who wanted got stoned, the police were as charming as country forces always seem to be, everything was fine, if a little heavy on the mystical side. A good time was had by all. Though for those concerned with progress—isn't it time we got over 1967. . ? |
Recollections.
Mike Weaver
Glastonbury
June 1971
There was a bunch of us living/hanging
out at Exeter’s head shop/crash pad – The Emporium. A small report
of a gathering near Glastonbury appeared in Frendz, confirming rumours that
had reached us. No mention of who was playing, or where exactly it was, just
that it was around the Solstice. On the Saturday evening I set off, barefoot,
dossbag under arm, walking out of Exeter in the right direction but at completely
the wrong time! By the time I was half was out of town the pubs were closing.
Striding determinedly out towards the A38 I met three ungentlemen. I was lucky,
getting away after one punch in the face, my woollen Moroccan skull cap abandoned
("Go on - pick it up")
I stumbled off and made it out to the road where I and my thumb were ignored by all until on some high hedged bit of country road a big van stopped and let me in. This turned out to be the Musclebus, usually transport for a Bristol band Magic Muscle. The two occupants at the time (drummer and sound engineer I think – can’t remember names) took me back to Bristol with them and I stayed the night in the band’s house on Cotham Rise, and went down to the festival with them on the Sunday morning. Finding a very muddy but definitely happening event I hitched straight back to Exeter and spread the word, then hitched back arriving there at about midnight on Sunday.
Walking over the brow from the farmhouse and seeing the pyramid radiating blue light was a thrilling sight and I lay there in my dossbag on the hillside and drifted in and out of sleep all night each time waking to that glow and the songs and music.
Next
morning I met up with the rest of the Emporium crew and we set up camp down
near the stage.
Just before the festival a couple of Australian travellers, Libbie and John,
had turned up at the Emporium and came to Glastonbury with us. There was a monastery
near by and many of its inhabitants wandering around the site. At some point
Libbie grabbed the ankle of one passing by and told him that John and her would
like to get married in Pilton Church, and asked if he could help arrange it.
And so it went. A couple of days later before a congregation of off duty police
and band members, other assorted locals and festival goers they were wed. Libbie
was given away by one of the monks, Bill the best man almost lost the ring and
the local bishop performed the ceremony.
I
was one the fortunate ones!
How different it all was then. I went with a group of friends in a car, stopped
on the main road outsied Pilton by the local Bobby, who told us to park up on
the verge, no tow-away scheme then! We then had to walk all the way to the farm.
Yes, yes the music was good, the feeling was good, but don't let memories dim
things. There were people, and lots of them, who would come and ask for money
to go the shop to get food, you can come and help yourself when it's been cooked!
Remember that at festivals? Who were those people, and where were they cooking
it? At night in front of the stage, when it was dark, very dark, in fact moonless
if memory serves me right, so it really was pich black, you would here the Hare
Krishnas chanting, and then a voice from somewhere would should 'Hey Harry ...
over here', so dutifully they would start chanting in the vague direction of
the calling voice, and then well you guessed it, from another direction 'Hey
Harry ... over here' and so it went on for hours.
The film was on the TV the other night, and yes I did record it, though have'nt seen it yet. How things have changed. This year my car has an on-site car park sticker, which is stuck with something resembling superglue, and takes up about a quarter of the screen! It took over four hours to get off the site, in 1971 it was 4 hours between bands, on a good day. The 7000 or so who went in 1971, have now been replaced by 7000 or so security, stewards, first aid, clearer uppers and so on. In 1971 it was easy to take a wrong turn, no lights, no security, except the Bobby at the main road, now you need 5 different sorts of identity to get within 5 miles, and if you do get within 5 miles, you seem to end up at the festival, whether you want to or not. Now there are people on the main road with signs saying 'Ticket Wanted', people will pay way over the odds, this year my son found 2 unused tickets on-site, each with a face value of £96 I think. I'm glad I went in 1971, but not sorry I still go, oh and if people complain about the toilets now, just think back to 7000 people in 1971, what did they do? I don't remember seeing any toilets at all, but there was a lot of hedge available!!
Gareth
Hi,
I went to Glastonbury 1971 with my
friend Bryn. I had been to the Isle of Wight 1969 and 1970, as well as most
of the other big festivals. It was an incredible atmosphere, probably the best
I had experienced from all the festivals I attended. It was like a family get
together, peace, love and happiness. We arrived before the event started, the
promoters were offering free food, free dope was available and the vibes were
amazing. The groups which played were also into it, as I believe, they played
for free, and thanks to them they generated an unforgettable experience.
For me it was the ideal festival, everybody was so stoned, and we lived as brothers
for five days without any hassle from "the boys in blue". The
music was exceptional and the setting was perfect. I feel honoured that I had
the opportunity to experience such a wonderful event, and the people I met there
have such a special place in my heart that I will never forget them. A special
thanks to the promoters, because they created the Hippies dream. When we left
the festival, we went on to the Reading festival, what a nightmare, what a difference.
When we arrived in Reading the "boys in blue" were everywhere. I was
busted for acid, spent the night in a cell and the following day I appeared
in court where I was charged for possession, what a bummer. A terrible shame
that the Thames Valley Police destroyed the Hippies dream.
Many congratulations for your brilliant web page, and thanks for bringing back
so many very happy memories.
All the best
Mitch, Mexico City (ex- E-Port, England)
Hiya
I have just visited your site as I was having a discussion with a young(er)
colleague who is off to Glastonbury 2007 and who has hired a van because he
is taking so much stuff!! I was telling him that I hitched to Glastonbury in
‘71 with a friend and all we took was a sleeping bag each – fortunately
the weather was sunny, dry and warm (that is my recollection). We left Glastonbury
on the Sunday after a really wonderful time and hitched to Reading hoping to
prolong what had been a great weekend – mistake, it had started to rain,
the site was muddy and claustrophobic after the wide open spaces of Somerset,
and there seemed to be a lot of ‘heavy’ people there. Although this
could have been a reaction to the herbal cigarettes. Needless to say we didn’t
stay long.
My clearest recollection is of Family (I was a big fan) and Melanie (did she
play as the dawn was coming up??).
Thanks for the site it brought back some great memories of Glastonbury and other
festivals, The Oval, Weeley and Crystal Palace to name some.
Louise
I
hitched to Worthy Farm one afternoon, I didn’t intend to stay long, I
was not intending to brave the toilets. I met up with some friends who were
running a free food café on the hill, with a good view down towards the
pyramid stage.
As well as free food, there were free drugs too.
Close by was a young woman, beautifully and unselfconsciously naked, sitting with her friends: Worthy Farm was different to the place I had come from, safe and free, and with no bread-heads.
In the evening, I went down to the stage to watch Family and Traffic. Although the weather was dry, there was boggy ground in the flat area around the stage, as it grew dark I was worried by the thought of stumbling into the mud, but some kind strangers guided me, I could not see their faces but their friendly voices in the darkness made me feel safe.
I went back up the hill to spend the night with my friends. I stood and watched the pyramid stage for hours, its shimmering silver light made the trees around it appear to be breathing deep sighing breaths.
Early in the morning, a voice came from the stage, someone was tuning a guitar, setting up a microphone. He took a long time, he seemed to be confused. Bowie was not well known at that time (though I had previously heard Space Oddity on the radio). He was a lone figure on the stage, with very long straight hair. As young people woke up and looked out at the chilly Somerset morning he sang: ‘Oh you pretty things, don’t you know you’re driving your mamas and papas insane ...’
Later
that morning, I hitched home. I got a lift from a man who owned a newsagent
shop. He was clearly curious about the festival but I didn’t tell him
much, I was exhausted and slept most of the way to Bath.
Dave Kent, May 2010
Pink Fairies played Do It and an inspired Uncle Harry's Last Freak Out at Glastonbury 71;they are available on a CD containing BBC concert stuff.("Mandies and Mescaline at the Beeb" ).Quality poor but performance good.
Gong have relased their set from Glastonbury
Track Listings
1. Intro... (0:22)
2. It's Only The World Said The Girl (3:48)
3. Dexter (Electricity Cut...) (0:45)
4. Fun Gods (3:58)
- Ha Ha
- Name Game
- Toe Cake
- Awe Mantram
- Dingobox
5. John Peel's Judgement (0:04)
6. Divine Mother (8:41)
7. Radio Gnome (Explosion) (0:45)
8. Bambolay / Ya Sunne (3:56)
9. Applause / Dexter (0:17)
Total Time: 22:36
Line-up/Musicians
- Daevid Allen / guitar, Glissando guitar & vocals
- Gilli Smyth / spacewhisper & vocals
- Didier Malherbe / saxophones
- Christian Tritsch / bass
- Laurie Allen / drums
- Peter Pussydog / laughter
Releases information
© 1972 Daevid Allen © & p 2002 GAS Records
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