Sly, Stones, Rocks & Bottles
There we are at Grant Park — an hour late and no music yet? As we enter the bandshell area, we meet a friend who tells us that the audience has just rushed the stage, and that Sly won’t play until the stage is cleared. Within two minutes, we hear another story — Sly ain’t gonna show.
August 1, 1970


Sly, Stones, Rocks & Bottles
There we are at Grant Park — an hour late and no music yet? As we enter the bandshell area, we meet a friend who tells us that the audience has just rushed the stage, and that Sly won’t play until the stage is cleared. Within two minutes, we hear another story — Sly ain’t gonna show. Everyone’s tense: anticipating — something’s gonna happen; something’s GOT to give.