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RETROFEST 28
A Summer Jam 69 Tribute Concert

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7 - 8:30 Black Light Tribute to the Grateful Dead circa 1973

845 - 930 Retro69 A Tribute to the BAND

945 - 10:30 Southside Players, a Tribute to the Allman Brothers

10:45 - 12:00 Blacklight Tribute to the Grateful Dead

 

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About Summer Jam 1973

"The Summer Jam at Watkins Glen and Cal Jams I & II"

By Robert Santelli  

The largest crowd that ever gathered for a rock festival did so at Watkins Glen, 
New York, in July of 1973. Outdrawing the previous high at Woodstock almost two 
to one, more than 600,000 young people sardined themselves into Watkins Glen 
Grand Prix Raceway for a single-day festival known as the Summer Jam. Featured 
groups were the Grateful Dead, the Allman Brothers, and the Band.

Many historians claimed that the Watkins Glen even was the largest gathering of 
people in the history of the United States. In essence, that meant that on July 
28, one out of every 350 people living in America at the time was listening to 
the sounds of rock at the New York state racetrack. Considering that most of 
those who attended the even hailed from the Northeast, and that the average age 
of those present was approximately seventeen to twenty-four, close to one out of 
every three young people from Boston to New York was at the festival.

And yet, aside from the stupendous attendance figures, the musical and social 
significance of the even was minimal compared to, say, Woodstock or even 
Altamont. Watkins Glen is more important for what it *wasn't*.

It was not a history-making event, in a strict musical sense. Unlike Woodstock, 
where the lineup consisted of close to thirty acts, Watkins Glen's billing was 
comprised of only three supergroups. The Allman Brothers, the Band, and the 
Grateful Dead were established acts (the latter two were Woodstock veterans); 
all had been on the touring circuit and in the recording studios for at least 
three years. The groups' fans, perhaps the most dedicated around in 1973, had 
most likely seen them perform live at least once or twice prior to Watkins Glen. 
They had come to expect certain things from the musicians. In short, there was 
no overly excited rush to the stage generated by their mere presence at Watkins 
Glen.

Each of the three groups at Watkins Glen played unusually long sets. The 
Grateful Dead performed for five hours, the Allman Brothers for four, and the 
Band for three, including a thirty-minute break due to a thunderstorm. Woodstock 
had had a continuous change of musical formats and styles. Each time a new act 
stepped out in front of the massive crowd, a revitalization occurred, creating a 
renewal of faith in the event and in the power of music. Energy was forced to 
flow.

At Watkins Glen a feeling of monotony and tedium constantly challenged the 
viewers' interest in the music and the proceedings onstage. Long, winding solos 
were frequent. The heat, the lack of comfort, and the crowded conditions dulled 
otherwise stirring moments. Many of the 600,000 could barely see the stage, let 
alone the musicians. And most important, festivalgoers had only one day to soak 
up the rock-festival aura. Many in attendance were often too busy doing and 
seeing other things to bother to listen seriously to the music for extended 
periods of time.

Woodstock also had had two sets of LPs and a movie to carry on its significance. 
No such enduring properties came out of Watkins Glen. Although the Grateful Dead 
and the Allman Brothers Band had their own sound people record their sets, the 
Dead would not give their consent to a Watkins Glen album. Their participation 
was crucial, since they represented over one third of the music and time 
performed onstage. CBS shot some footage of the event, but the Dead refused to 
allow it or any other film to be released commercially. Their unyielding 
position on the matter stemmed all the way back to Monterey, when the band had 
refused to participate in D.A. Pennebaker's film of the event, "Monterey Pop." 
The Dead had always demanded full editorial control of their music and live 
performances. Whenever they were denied such power, they simply declined to be 
part of the project.

Watkins Glen did not register with the political portion of the youth culture as 
had some festivals in the past. To have 600,000 young people at one time in one 
place would have been the ultimate dream for any sixties radical. But that was 
just it -- the sixties were over. The Vietnam War was over; the peace agreement 
had been signed in January of that year. Not that there was a lack of issues. 
Watkins Glen could easily have been an immensely powerful response to Nixon and 
the Watergate scandal. But the youth of the nation had grown tired of being 
politically active. Many had tasted the partial delight of seeing some peace in 
Southeast Asia and felt it was enough. The word most commonly associated with 
the Watkins Glen festival, according to those reporters who covered the event, 
was "party." For some young people Watkins Glen was an opportunity to experience 
a rock festival in abbreviated fashion, and they relished every minute of it.

All this added up to the fact that the protests, the placards, the defiance, and 
the true revolutionary zeal of the young had actually subsided. Enter the "me" 
decade. The 1970s had finally arrived.

But Watkins Glen did point out that rock music was alive and well, and that 
there still remained within the youth culture a seemingly unquenchable desire to 
attend rock festivals. Young people still marveled at the power of such 
gatherings. Young people *wanted* to be there, had to be there.


Shelly Finkel and Jim Koplik, the two promoters of Summer Jam, had been 
producing rock concerts in Connecticut and had established a regular audience. 
In 1972 they staged a series of shows in Hartford, one of which was a Grateful 
Dead concert. During their performance members of the Allman Brothers Band who 
were backstage were invited to come out for an informal jam. The reception they 
received from the Deadhead-dominated crowd was lavish and striking.

Finkel and Koplik loved what they saw and heard. The promoters talked with 
members of the Dead and the Allman Brothers to see if they were interested in a 
large outdoor concert that would feature the two bands performing separately and 
then, at the conclusion, merging for one spectacular, memorable jam. The 
promoters added that the profits could be astronomical for all involved if a 
large enough concert site was chose. Both bands were very interested.

Finkel and Koplik searched high and low for an appropriate site. The Pocono 
International Raceway was considered, but when the promoters heard of the 
availability of the Watkins Glen Grand Prix Raceway, they immediately made plans 
to talk with raceway officials there. Both the town of Watkins Glen and the 
racetrack management were accustomed to handling large crowds, and since the 
event was to be a one-day affair, few obstacles prevented a contract from being 
signed. Finkel and Koplik promised to limit ticket sales to 150,000. Privately, 
raceway officials doubted whether the rock promoters could sell even 100,000 
tickets. But more power to them. They had certainly paid a considerable sum to 
rent the facilities for the day.

In order to fill out the remainder of the billing, Koplik and Finkel suggested 
that another band or performer, perhaps Leon Russell, be added to the show. The 
Dead and the Allmans both agreed to the concept but felt that the Band would be 
more appropriate than Russell. Besides, they were local New York State boys from 
the Woodstock area and had a more concentrated Northeastern following than Leon 
Russell. The Band was approached with the idea and quickly signed a contract.

Two weeks prior to the festival more than 100,000 tickets at $10 each had been 
sold. The promoters secured permission to put on sale an additional 25,000 
tickets the day of the show, since it was obvious that many more people than 
were originally anticipated would show up. Watkins Glen was to be the first huge 
rock music event in New York to be produced since the state passed the Mass 
Gathering Code following Woodstock. Koplik and Finkel adhered to the stringent 
rules in a precise, almost religious manner. More than one thousand portable 
toilets were rented and twelve wells were dug to increase the racetrack's water 
supplies, in addition to strategically locating more than a thousand gallon jugs 
of mountain spring water throughout the grounds. The promoters even ordered 
300,000 premoistened paper towelettes, although no one could figure out what 
real value they would have to a rock festival. A makeshift heliport was also 
built.

Henry Valent, president of the Watkins Glen Grand Prix Corporation, was 
impressed. Jim Koplik and Shelly Finkel seemed to be real professionals. Watkins 
Glen would not be like those other rock festivals he had read about. It would be 
different, he thought. It would be a first-class operation.

People began arriving a full week before the festival. Many thumbed their way in 
or drove campers or vans early to select an ideal camping location. On the 
Tuesday before the show, the first thirty ticket gates opened. Rather than have 
the young people mill about the town, the promoters and Valent agreed to open up 
a bit early. But there was cause for consternation. Summer Jam, as it was 
called, was supposed to be a one-day affair. Sure, promoters and track officials 
had realized that many would show up early. That's why they had prepared 
sizeable campgrounds. But not *this* early. And not this many.

The crowd grew. On Wednesday the New York State police estimated fifty thousand 
people were at Watkins Glen. On Thursday the approximation more than doubled. By 
Friday afternoon they were certain that a full quarter of a million kids had 
made camp in or near the festival grounds. The troopers recalled Woodstock and 
the nightmarish traffic problems. This was worse. Cars sitting in traffic 
stretched back almost fifty miles, while the impact of it all could be felt one 
hundred miles away. They began turning back young people with or without 
tickets. There was no doubt about it. Summer Jam was going to be bigger than 
Woodstock. Much bigger.

A sound check was scheduled for Friday. Bill Graham's FM Productions had been 
contracted to employ the Digital Audio Delay Line system, a computerized sound 
system designed so that people sitting up front and near the towers of speakers 
would not be blasted into the universe. It also enabled people sitting way in 
the back to hear the music just as clearly as those closer to the stage. With 
such a system, sets of speakers are set up a hundred yards apart. The first set 
of speakers receives the sound from the stage and relays it back to the second 
set. This set rebounds the sound to the third set. All this occurs with spit-
second precision. It is not discernible to the human ear that there is a 
microlapse in the sound. For both the sound check and the actual concert, the 
system worked like a charm.

When the Grateful Dead went to do their sound check, more than 100,000 of the 
250,000 people present at Watkins Glen were already assembled in front of the 
stage. Graham suggested what the hell, might as well start the concert early. 
The Dead consented, and the sound check turned into a two-hour set with a few 
interruptions to balance out the wall of sound. The Band and the Allman Brothers 
felt compelled to do likewise. They delivered one-hour and two-hour sets, 
respectively. In all, a five-hour prefestival performance disguised as a sound 
check.

After it was over Jim Koplik sat himself in a chair in the backstage trailer and 
remarked to Finkel, "I'm beat. I feel like everything is over and we actually 
pulled this off."

Finkel nodded and broke a tired smile.

"I can't believe, though, that wasn't the real thing. Tomorrow is the real 
thing. Tomorrow is the concert. We have to do it all over again, for at least 
twice as long and probably for twice as many people."

Koplik glanced over at his partner. Shelly Finkel had fallen into a deep sleep.

The Grateful Dead returned shortly before noon on Saturday to officially open 
Summer Jam in front of 600,000 people stretched out over every available inch of 
raceway property. There was the usual threat of rain, but no dark clouds were in 
sight. Instead the sun shone brightly as the heat grew to noticeable but still 
tolerable proportions. Stretched out across the ninety-acre grassy knoll that 
faced the stage was a youthful, exuberant sea of humanity. It was an awesome, 
emotional sight. And it was scary. What if... But negative thoughts were set 
aside.

The Grateful Dead played and played and played. For five hours Jerry Garcia 
smoothly rolled out solos like only Jerry Garcia could do. Bob Weir backed him 
up on rhythm guitar, filling in and closing up weak areas and balancing out a 
generally tender sound. Phil Lesh on bass and Bill Kreutzman on drums provided 
Garcia with takeoff and landing strips. Donna Godchaux sang, and her husband, 
Keith, added bits and pieces on keyboards. "Uncle John's Band," "Casey Jones," 
"Friend of the Devil," "Ripple," "Sugar Magnolia," "Truckin'," "Not Fade Away," 
"Me and Bobby McGee." They kept comin'.

It took little over an hour for the stage crew to disassemble the Dead's 
equipment and ready the area for the Band's set. Out in the crowd things were 
good considering the multitude of people. There was a marked decrease in the use 
of hard drugs and hallucinogens at Watkins Glen, although there were plenty of 
dealers on hand and pot was everywhere. The ground was littered with empty 
bottles of Jack Daniel's and Southern Comfort, signs of the large increase in 
the consumption of hard liquor.

There was an abundance of food and water available, and most of the portable 
toilets seemed to be functioning, but the lines to use the facilities and the 
trek getting there were the real problems. A round trip to and from a Port-O-
San, including a very brief stay inside it, could take more than three hours. 
For the sluggish or the stoned, it was like five.

The sun had been overtaken by a series of ominous, dark stormclouds by the time 
the Band began to crank it up. Not quite an hour into their set, the rain, 
thunder, and lightning all struck with alarming might. The Band was forced from 
the stage to wait it out. Thirty minutes later the storm passed, leaving behind 
600,000 wet bodies and -- what else -- mud. Prior to the storm, however, four 
skydivers had jumped from a circling Cessna, intending to land somewhere on the 
festival grounds. All of them carried colorful flares to mark both the success 
of the event and their downward path. The crowd cheered them on as they 
gradually assumed a shape in the sky. But something had gone wrong up there for 
one of the chutists. Seconds into his freefall, one of the skydivers' flares 
prematurely exploded and ignited his garments. Helplessly falling downward, the 
diver managed to open his chute as the flames engulfed his suit and body. It was 
a terrible way to die.

The Band's set lost much of its impact after the storm's interruption. Many 
people returned to the campsites to cook up some supper and put on dry clothes. 
Others began the journey back home. But the Band played on -- free-flowing, 
countrified rock with traditional foundations. The instrumentation was defined 
and exact; the delivery, sharp and authoritative. The Band represented the 
antithesis of slickness in the summer of '73. None of their music was souped up 
or hammered out via record-company formulas. Robbie Robertson, Garth Hudson, 
Levon Helm, Rick Danko, and Richard Manuel offered to rock what the poppish, 
syrupy bands could not: unadulterated, unpatterned, unmistakable music.

Finally it was the Allman Brothers' turn. The Brothers had the reputation of 
rarely putting on a less-than-dazzling performance. The high-quality 
compositions and the arousing artistic competency of the band resisted mediocre 
displays. Dickie Betts had fully assumed the role left vacant by Duane Allman's 
death. It was a big order to fill, but Betts was just coming into his own. He 
was confident and, most important, aggressive. He and Gregg Allman were the 
stars and the leaders that dictated the group's direction. In terms of 
comparison, neither the Dead nor the Band measured up to the overall ebullience 
of the Allmans. With the song, "In Memory of Elizabeth Reed," it all came 
together nicely.

It was two o'clock in the morning. The crowd had shrunk considerably, but, as 
promised, the event would conclude with an all-out jam. Not all the members of 
the Dead and the Band came out, and realistically, there were too many tired 
musicians for anything truly memorable to result. More solos. Some basic blues. 
The last song was a spirited if not overly effective version of Chuck Berry's 
"Johnny B. Goode."

Watkins Glen had stolen the headlines much the same way that Woodstock had four 
years before, but with much less intensity and drama and for a much shorter 
period of time. In the NEW YORK TIMES Grace Lichtenstein described the Watkins 
Glen even as she had seen it:

...At times the scene in the moist darkness resembled a Bosch
painting -- half naked bodies coated with brown slime, moving
rhythmically to the music amid huddled figures curled sleeping
in the mud at their feet in barbiturate or alcohol induced
stupors.

The overall success and incredible turnout at Watkins Glen prompted other rock
promoters to think seriously about staging single-day rock festivals. Rock-
concert production was steadily growing more sophisticated and professional,
and many of the new concepts employed in them were carried over into festival
production. This was ultimately accomplished at the expense of the rich,
unconstrained, natural improvisations that had made past festivals exciting for
the festivalgoers and the media and precariously unstable for the promoters,
the local townsfolk, and the police. By 1974 the evolution of the rock festival
had finally caught up with the technological, impersonal mid-1970s.


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