The Texas International Pop Festival was going to rival Woodstock in terms of the talent lined up to perform and, even better than Woodstock, the venue (the newly opened Dallas International Speedway) was actually near civilization and easily accessible - even to a buncha stoned Texas kids. It was happening over Labor Day Weekend, so school and work weren't going to interfere. The Lewisville, Texas chief of police, Ralph Adams had already told the redneck mayor to shove demands for a crack-down on these "filthy, drug-addled perverts" up his ass (and resigned the following Tuesday). Best of all, the promoter, Angus Wynne had conferred with the the folks responsible for Woodstock and so knew just what not to do when getting Texas Pop together. Location was a key. The Speedway was a secure facility, so there would be no major gatecrashing, as had been seen at Woodstock. It was adjacent to Lake Lewisville, so people could escape the Texas heat and bathe, if they liked. The Hog Farm had set up shop in the free camping area and, just as at Woodstock, were providing free, hot meals to all in need, as well as a "Freak Out Tent" for any acid casualties... considering that Ken Kesey's Merry Pranksters were in attendance (the group responsible for organizing San Francisco's "Electric Kool-Aid Acid Tests"), this was probably a very good call. Security on the grounds was handled by the "Please Force", which consisted of the entire crowd of 150,000 attendees who were "officially deputized" prior to the opening act. In short, good vibes were in serious abundance and, despite the heat, there was not one arrest or a single violent incident over the course of the three day event.
Oh, that opening act? A relatively unknown band from Flint, Michigan who played for free because they wanted/needed the exposure: Grand Funk Railroad.
A quick look at the poster above tells you all you need to know about the incredible array of talent taking the stage over that long weekend. Rock, soul, jazz, blues... musical paradise, y'all.
Or, so I'm told.
Y'see, even though my cousin Steve, who lived in Bedford, had invited me to ride with him, as long as I had my own money. Oh, and I had money. I'd worked a paper route all summer long for one reason: The Texas International Pop Festival. I was only 15 but already keenly aware of the whole San Francisco scene, the psychedelic music trends, Woodstock and all else that represented the "Summer of Love" era. I was prepared for diving right in to getting high, dropping acid and meeting naked hippie chicks. The only thing I could not do was depend on my dad. After promising on numerous occasions to get me to Bedford on Saturday, he instead woke up at 6:00 A.M. and started knocking back his weekend beers. By 11:00 A.M., when we were supposed to be leaving, I'd already taken a few bucks out of my savings and walked over to Clark's Discount Store (now Billy Bob's Texas in the famed Fort Worth Stockyards District), not far from our home. I knew without asking that my dad wouldn't be taking me anywhere that day, not even the fifteen minute driving distance between our house and Steve's place. It is to Steve's credit that he waited until 1:30 for me to arrive before heading out to camp and he did take a lot of pictures, so I got to "see" the bands (and some naked hippie chicks). Still, I can't think of a single, more disappointing day in my life.I did learn an important lesson that day, one that has served me well as a parent and one that I need not explain, I think.
I'm pretty sure that most of you get it.











