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Phew. Hard to believe that it’s been nearly a year since my last post. We’ve been from Maine to California, with lots of stops in between on tour with the Heroes of Woodstock. We’ve become friends with Country Joe McDonald of Country Joe and the Fish, Harvey Mandel (aka, The Snake) of Canned Heat, Sam Andrews of Big Brother and The Holding Company, Sofia Ramos, who does the Janis Joplin parts, and many of the members of Ten Years After, Jefferson Starship, Canned Heat, Tom Constanza of the Grateful Dead, and Nancy Nevins of Sweetwater. We’ve played dusty fields in Livermore, Me. and fancy halls like the Greek in LA and the Mountain Winery in Redwood City, Ca.
And tragically, at the end of January, we lost our dear friend, Larry LA Johnson, who was nominated for an Oscar for Sound on the Woodstock documentary and was responsible for me being on the crew of that fabulous film. Larry, who was Neil Young’s right hand man for nearly 40 years, suffered a massive heart attack at the Marina where he docked his boat just as he was about to drive Neil’s son to see a hockey game. His death, mercifully, was instantaneous, and he died in the presence of two people to whom he was close. The news came as a painful shock to me and to all of Larry’s many, many friends. There was a joyful memorial service in San Mateo where there was nearly as much laughter as tears, a fitting tribute to Larry’s creative and eventful life. We will all miss him terribly.
I headed to Panama in February, just in time for the pre-Lenten Mardi Gras, called Carnavale in Panama. Everyone said that the best Carnivale in Panama was in Las Tablas, a little town in the Azuero Peninsula, which about four hours southwest of Panama City. We arrived on the day Carnivale began, the Saturday before Ash Wednesday, to find the little town of Las Tablas overflowing with people, vendors, and water trucks. The big thing about Carnivale is to drink beer, watch the floats (mostly sponsored by politicians or cell phone companies) and get sprayed with water from water guns, or giant water cannons connected to 40,000 gallon tanker trucks. It isn’t that we weren’t good sports about it all, but the biggest thrill is being jetted with huge water cannons, soaking you to the skin, and practically not having a good tailor. While the tankers and their henchmen (mainly good natured boys and girls, just out to have fun) spray the crowd remorselessly, individuals, sporting personal water cannons worked us over. Luckily, we had the foresight to bring along a change of clothes in the parking lot in which we were packed, and after toweling off and changing, we were as good as new. If we only liked beer as much as the mostly teenaged crowd, we’d have had a fine time. As it was, I wanted to videotape, and had brought my canmera, but the only way to shoot video was in little snatches, with Linanne warning every time one of the four tankers around us, huddled in the town center, turned their water hoses in my direction. Even though I had wrapped the camera in a plastic bag, and clutched it tightly closed, it was miles away from all my other destinations and was all I could do to keep it dry. One slip up, and the camera would have been History. So after just a little more than an hour, it was off to Los Destiladeros and relaxing on our chaises on the porch overlooking the beach. Later for them was our matra, and thought one of our goals was too far home from a shjope.l
Our new baby is here! The Woodstock Story Book is the product of Linanne’s fertile imagination and belief in me. From the very first time she learned that I was the still photographer on the Academy Award winning film, Woodstock, and from the first time she laid eyes on my slides, she’s been insisting that I had enough images, and a wide enough range of images, to do a book of my own. In the beginning, I demurred, not believing enough in myself, but her constant encouragement, her sending my photos to be converted into high quality Tiffs, and her creation of our web site, Woodstock Witness.com, made me a believer.