Fibronews

It’s been a few months since my meeting with J and I keep myself busy with my music. My bands been fortunate and has had a lot of paying gigs. We travel all over the New England States, playing clubs and dances.

I met a lot of girls during this time and tried to keep the heart set of the 60’s alive, you know “ if you can’t be with the one u love, then love the one your with” None where as exciting and crazy as J, how I missed her even when in the arms of an other. How is it possible that after only one night to be so stricken with someone.

A few girls wanted to travel with us but I declined the offers, I guess I though maybe she would show up somewhere. Of course the other members of my band had no problem having guests travel with us and they gave me a real hard time about it. I think it was because I was one of the younger members and easy to tease.

When we returned home I found that J had called 3 times looking for me, but no one got hold of me while on the road so I could call her back, by the time I called her she was long gone from that hotel… Can’t really blame them, they didn’t know her and at the time we did not have cell phones or answering machines, I think we might still have had a party line “not like today’s party lines ”

Then in late July my best bud and our drummer “Stan the Man “ said he wanted to go to the Newport Folk Festival in RI and I should go with him. Well let me tell you I am not a big enough fan of folk music to go to a festival… Stan persisted said he needed someone to go and If I was really his best friend then I would at least go with him…SHIT all day folk music AHHHHHHHH. But I agreed, I figured we would do a few doobies an it would be ok.

So there we are at the Folk Festival and I am so not impressed, I don’t even look at the bill boards, what for I figure Joan Baez, Peter Paul and Mary what ever.. So I am toked up pretty good and I have a pint of SC so I ‘m good. When all of a sudden I hear the voice of an angel/she-devil coming from the stage. We are so far back I can’t see her but I know who it is. I scramble to get to the front, tripping over people, pushing and shoving, people are cursing all around me, as I fight to get to the front.. As I catch her eye I am yanked back with a vicious force by security, who then dragged me out of the festival and turned me over to the police. Within minutes I am in a cell.

The next day I was released, I was held on Protected Custody and no charges were filed.

J is gone again and I’m stuck in F*%king Rhode island