Lincoln 1972

Sent: 05-11-2009 16:52
To: derfestivalzone@gmail.com
Subject: Lincoln 1972

Hi.
I worked at the Lincoln Festival having come straight up from Bickershaw, where I snuck round the back after The Kinks set and up the stage steps when they finished because I'd smoked my first grass and was blown away by the brass section. As they filed off the stage I shook them all by the hand and congratulated them on a superb set.
I worked in one of the organiser's caravans making tea and coffee for visiting dignitaries such as Stanley Baker, who drank orange juice. (Actually, Stanley Baker's son offered to take me for a ride in his dad's helicopter - but I was in lurve, with some bastard as it turned out, so I declined.)

The chap I worked for was a film director called John, who had an eyepatch. He had twin babies that I also looked after sometimes. I bumped into him on Piccadilly Circus later. He was making a film with George Cole and we all went for a drink.

Anyway the weather was abysmal. My crowd were in an old ruined abbey so at least we were dry. I'll tell you something though; nothing can prepare you for the coldness on the back of your head when you first wash your hair under a stand-pipe tap. Ouch! It goes numb quickly though.
I thought Rory Gallagher and Vinegar Joe were great. I'd taken my first trip.
Like most people who were there a lot is lost in a haze, but I LOVED it!

C. A. JONES

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