The bands had played all night and I was about to fall asleep between performances, but the energy level was rising with the sun.
“Have you ever been so wet and cold in your life?” the woman next to me asked out of nowhere.
“No, nor as muddy.”
“I have mud in places I never knew existed. It’ll take a three-day bath to get clean…”
I was about to say something inappropriate when the strains of the Star-Spangled Banner rang out in glorious distorted tones.
We both raised our cameras to get pictures of Jimi and his Band of Gypsies.
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