Now we travel to San Diego to attend the Jam Band Festival. Chris and Mickey are elated; they plan to make a secret recording of this concert with their mini-cassette recorders. Once we arrive, we encounter our old grade-school friends Eric, Glen, Heath, and Dave, plus there are over seventy thousand neo-hippies in attendance. Everyone is on psychedelics except me and Stegz.
The bands begin jamming and continue jamming and jamming. Every song goes on for at least thirty minutes. The crowd keeps doing repetitive dance moves, rocking and swaying. Mickey visits the merchandise table and buys an imported album labeled “special order” that comes with nine CDs in a book that folds out and contains countless photos of the band and its fans.
I myself eventually fall asleep; and Stegz decides to leap off the balcony.
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