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.
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.
Some people in the audience begin heaving their empty bottles at the people on the^stage, perhaps in the belief that they are responsible for Sly’s absence. The stage-sitters return the fire, and as some of the bottles from the back of the crowd fall short and hit the front people, the exchange becomes momentarily intense, with glass shattering on all sides.