in San Francisco in 1968. I was about 5 rows from the stage (the "stage" being a flatbed truck) in Golden Gate Park, and he sang that verse with a little different twist. Instead of the "man, this is war au-go-go" he sang "why man this war is solid gold". I think they mixed it up every now and then, depending on how much acid Joe had dropped. 
That was one freaky summer, and a time I'll never forget. Haight-Ashbury......it seemed like the center of the universe back then, but looking back now with different eyes.....it seems like everyone was trying too hard to be "cool". The area was filled with reporters looking to file stories on "the summer of love", and "be-ins", "sit-ins" "love-ins", every sort of "in". It grew to be a farce. Some of them would pay some people to stage whatever type of story they were looking for. Like I said, looking back now......it was a sell out much of the time. 
Everyone tried too hard, and it wasn't organic like it was earlier in the "movement". That was a time when San Francisco had peaked, and the wave of consciousness had already broken and started it's journey back out to sea.
Damn, the things that are inside my head. 
I've had one heck-of-a life, and it's not over yet.
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