Now being only fourteen I had to tell my parents that I was sleeping at my friend's house. They would never had let me out to see a late show which started at 11:00 PM and ended who knows when. All my friends were going and I just had to go. They believed my story and off we went. There were five of us. Harris Lewinn, Scott Hyman, Harry Apfel, Gene Gagliardi & me.
That night Gene managed to talk his father into giving us a ride to the concert. Gene's father was really cool and we always had a great time with him. He could not believe it when he pulled up to the front of the Fillmore that night. Second ave was completely covered with drug crazed freaks waiting to get in. He almost had second thoughts about letting us go. Before he had a chance to say anything we were out of the car and among the crowd.