6/21/67 silkscreen handbill
Venue: Golden Gate Park
Artist: Uknown

This show is not listed at Deadlists

5.5" x 17.5"

The following is from The Times Were A Changin', The Sixties Reader; Editors: Irwin Unger, Debi Unger; Publisher: Three Rivers Press; Date: 1998; ISBN: 0-609-80337-9

"San Francisco enjoyed the Summer Solstice as a community should enjoy the beginning of a new season of growing blooming and planting.

The Summer Solstice celebration was held in a long valley leading to the Polo Fields in Golden Gate Park. It brought together beautiful people from all over the world with every type, every emotion, and each was on their own trip with everything to make that experience one of great and lasting joy.

The music was provided by name groups. One group was stationed in the valley and played to the crowds playing with a huge ball and hungrily watching the food being prepared over a twenty-foot trench of glowing fires. Another group played at the entrance to the polo grounds and then one group at each side of the grounds.

Probably never before had so many people smiled, spoken, and enjoyed the sheer beauty and joy of being free in the sun for a few hours. For the summers in San Francisco are not noted for being sunny. But Saint Francis smiled-on his favorite flower children and provided the first sunlight in several days for the celebration.

A brisk breeze came down through the valley, and the scantily clad hovered closely to their lovers, and this was in itself a beautiful thing.

The Indian Dancers were a poem of indescribable music. They performed in several areas of the area.

Before the festivities began in Golden Gate Park the celebration of the rising sun was held by Khrisna atop Twin Peaks, this high point of San Francisco looking down Market Street. The sun barely peeked out from under the fog before it was obscured from view, but the chimes and the horns announced the beginning of the Summer Solstice and the early risers (or late retirers) trouped down the hill to the nearby Haight-Ashbury where the coffee and doughnuts of Tracy's and the big breakfast at the Drogstore Cafe got undivided attention until the trek at noon to the meadow in the park got underway.

It was definitely a mixed bag in the park. We saw some of the media there. They are still able to blow their minds at some of the costumes of the Love Generation, and a beautiful girl offering a simple flower to a hardbitten TV cameraman still makes the camera go astray from time to time. The assemblyman from San Diego who was attending a conference of Democrats in San Francisco drifted out into the meadow …. He is shaking his head and wondering what happened to him that enjoyment was the order for him rather than the condemnation that he was prepared to level against the hippies—those people he had heard so much about but had only seen from the seat of an automobile in his native San Diego. He enjoyed the Grateful Dead. When he found out the name of the group, he frowned disapprovingly, but his foot kept in motion."

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