Hot damn. At the Orange County Fairgrounds, no less. The fact that this, and similar festivals in ‘67, ‘68, and ‘69 were not filmed and recorded is I suppose because the concept of doing so was so new. The technology was new and the people with the necessary technical skills to film and record live music in an anarchic festival setting were few and far between. Financial backing was very difficult to obtain (be honest, would you invest in a festival concert film?) No one even knew what you could do with a concert film—the huge success of “Woodstock” in 1970 was unimaginable. And then there was the fact that a live recording that would have to be a double or triple record, and the record industry was just trying to get used to double albums by single bands in 1968, let alone featuring a dozen bands. And the record industry was right to be skeptical, most of the festival live albums didn’t sell well, not even Woodstock 2. The few that were released wound up in the cut out bins for a quarter (about two bucks in today’s money.) So nearly all of the dozens or scores of huge festivals didn’t get filmed and released. Most weren’t even audio recorded. Bummer. Hell, even jazz festivals were under recorded and rarely filmed, and jazz fans were rarely naked or tripping or fucking at those (well, not as much anyway.) What an archaic anarchic time that was. A stone age stoned age.