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In July 1970 on New York's Randall's Island, an event billed as "New York's Pop Festival" was held. It was nothing to do with 'pop' music, of course. This was to be different to a 'normal' festival. For a start it was to be held in Downing Stadium and there'd be no camping. It was billed as a series of concerts rather than a 'traditional' festival.
However, three weeks before the shows, groups representing the Black Panthers, yippies and Free Rangers - styling themselves as the RYP/OFF Collective - presented the promoters with a list of frankly bonkers demands. They wanted 10 hand-picked community bands to play at $5,000 per group plus expenses. 10,000 free tickets for them to hand out, bail funds for anyone arrested at the festival, and a portion of the profits from any film of the gigs.
In return for compliance the RYP/Off Collective would promote the festival in their communities and would provide 'troops to act as security and PR men' ! Yeah, good luck with that buddy. If the promoters didn't agree, there would be violence and they would call it a 'free peoples event' and no one would buy tickets.
The promoters, doubtless feeling a bit sick, said they'd negotiate. This in turn got the local Young Lords - who were to the Puerto Rican community (who were predominant in the Randall's Island area) what the Black Panthers were to the black community - a bit cross to say the least.
Now they also wanted a piece of the action. The RYP/Off people agreed and some of their demands were agreed to by promoters. But it was all getting totally out of hand. The politics was killing the spirit of the festival. Everyone wanted a slice of the pie, the plate the pie was on, the table the plate sat on and for good measure, the house that the table was in. No-one was going to win.
By the time people arrived for the Friday show, 8,000 out of the 25,000 did not pay as so-called security looked the other way. Hendrix, Grand Funk Railroad, John Sebastian, Steppenwolf and Jethro Tull all played on Friday - a really strong line-up. There are recordings of Hendrix's set out there. There's even amateur footage of a sizzling version of "Ezy Rider" and "Foxy Lady".
By Saturday, the bands began realising they'd probably not be getting paid since there was so much gate-crashing, so managers wanted paying up front before bands took the stage. This wasn't so unusal actually. Big bags of cash were a regular thing backstage at this time.
Ravi Shankar refused to go on, and y'know, Ravi was a peaceful dude, so he must've been a tad vexed. Delaney & Bonnie, Miles Davis, Richie Havens and Tony Williams' Lifetime didn't even bother turning up figuring they'd not get any bread.
Gate-crashing continued with the collective asking people to give them money and get in 'free'. Huh? It was all one big hustle. By Sunday the promoters gave up and called in a free festival, but it had been free since the start in reality. 30,000 had busted in without paying.
Ten Years After and Cactus played without being paid, as did the New York Rock N Roll Ensemble. Dr John, Mountain and Little Richard followed suit but most bands just didn't turn up at all, much to the punters' disgust. A reporter asked promoter Don Friedman what he thought about it all.
"The festival spirit is dead, and it happened quickly," he said. "I don't know the reasons why. Greed on everyone's part, I guess. The love-peace thing of Woodstock is out. Anarchy. Complete and total anarchy. That's what's replaced it."
It's a sad and quietly profound statement. It was a financial disaster; no money was paid to the collective; the bail fund collapsed; most performers were not paid. A move called The Day The Music Died did come out in 1977 and featured some of the performances, as well as highlighting all the problems.
The conflicting demands of all the different groups, the bands, the fans and everybody else just reflected the wider disparities between a disintegrating counter-culture movement in 1970 and a burgeoning rock n roll industry.
But above it all there, was some blisteringly good music played and at the end of the day, the music is really what matters. Then and now. The three day festival had two more years in it, but largely due to festivals like this one, it eventually fell out of favour because it raised so many problems and the ability to make money was dodgy to say the least.
It became such a headache and so many people got so uptight about it that it wasn't worth the hassle for promoters. The goose that had been laying the golden eggs was getting fattened for the table. It's important to realise that to some extent the scene ate itself and by the time corporate Ameriocan got its rock n roll groove on, people were ready for something well-run and well-organised, that delivered what it said it'd deliver and no-one would die, be hurt or be bullied by thugs demanding money. OK it was less wild and free, but at least you'd come home with all your teeth and limbs in tact.
It was in this way that big business and the straight world suits got their teeth into rock n roll and hasn't let go yet.