LESLIE WEST IS A MOUNTAIN! FORD EVERY STREAM
“MOUN-TON!” “Yeaaahhh!” “MOUN--TONNNN!” “Yeaaahhh!” “Are you ready for ...MOUNNNTONNNN?!!” “Yeaaahhh!” The year is 1971, the place is Central Park, New York City, the ton is Leslie West, the band is Mountain, and the announcer won’t get off the stage.
LESLIE WEST IS A MOUNTAIN! FORD EVERY STREAM
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Jeff Tamarkin
“MOUN-TON!”
“Yeaaahhh!”
“MOUN--TONNNN!”
“Yeaaahhh!”
“Are you ready for ...MOUNNNTONNNN?!!”
“Yeaaahhh!”
The year is 1971, the place is Central Park, New York City, the ton is Leslie West, the band is Mountain, and the announcer won’t get off the stage.
“Are you ready for MOUNTONNNN?!”
“Get off the stage!”
The Wollman Skating Rink is packed sardine-style with luded-out, tripped-out, beer-drenched proto-metalites ready for Leslie West—the Great Fatsby, the heaviest guitar-slinger around in more ways than one—and MOUN-TONNNN. But the announcer won’t shut up.
“Are you ready for MOUN-TONNNN, New York?”
“SHUT UPPPP!”
Finally, he does, they don’t, and MOUN-TOA/, at the peak of popularity, give New York one of the loudest, hardest, BIGGEST power-rock shows since the days of Cream and Hendrix. Mountain is big all right, make that BIG, and the BIG Apple’s first metal fans are out in force to pay tribute.
Thousands more who can’t get in climb the hills surrounding the concert site to bask in the BIGness of MOUN-TON.