Here I was, a kid from Brooklyn with two other friends travelling x-country for the first time in 1967, landing in SF.
So what do three, I guess, long hairs from NY want to do, but go to the Fillmore West…?
So we head over there and I know Santana, and I believe the Dead were playing, but good luck getting tickets…
So when I head to the box office, I tell them that I am a regular at the Fillmore East and we just trekked 3000 miles, and any chance of getting in???
I am now directed over to this guy standing in the lobby.
I identify myself and proceed to tell him that I am at the Fillmore East just about every weekend…He looks at me and my friends not knowing at the moment it was Bill Graham and be it as it may says go right in your my guests…
So happy birthday to who in my opinion was the greatest Rock man of his and our time….