On Friday evening, 31 May 1968, I was in heaven. From
the place where I was living with my parents, I could take a twenty minutes
walk to the Hallenstadion, a huge indoor sports stadium with an unusually
horrible acoustic. As it was May 1968, and I was sixteen and a hippy, I've put
an incense stick in my mouth (I didn't smoke and I was dead against drugs, my
drug was the blues!), strolled along my old school house, full of expectations
and glad to see my idol live for the first time. The concert started with the
two lesser known acts, and it was still daylight, when the latest bunch of
Bluesbreakers entered the stage. It was the very line-up of the forthcoming
album Bare Wires, the 7-piece
with Hiseman, Reeves, Mercer, Lowther, Heckstall-Smith and Taylor.
New Musical Express wrote about the Thursday performance: "John
Mayall turned up on the other end of the vast stage and worked his way through
some real blues numbers. His act, however, was interrupted by one enterprising
youth who managed to scale the 30 feet on to the stage and nick John's lighter.
Mayall stopped playing until it was returned. Meanwhile the youth was pursued
round the wooden cycling track, which rings the stadium, caught and taken
outside, where he was set on in no uncertain manner by the police
bullies." Mayall (or the 'leather stocking of the blues', like the local
press later named him) threatened the thief with stopping the concert when
"the gentleman of Swiss nationality" wouldn't return his lighter
immediately.
Chris Mercer remembered: "On the second night, we
played more or less to ourselves as the crowd was engrossed in watching the
police beat off members of the audience determined to scale the stage." I
remember that very well too (it was May 1968, and Berlin and Paris had already
ignited with student protest and outright rebellion) but didn't care a lot
about such minor matters and was fully concentrated listening to the
Bluesbreakers. I hadn't come for the riots.
The only song I remember (or that I could identify in
that atrocious acoustic of the Hallenstadion) was B. B. King's Sweet Little Angel, one of my
favorite slow blues numbers. And I was especially impressed by Dick
Heckstall-Smith, even using his knee to dampen up the sound of his tenor sax.
When it was Hendrix's turn to play, it was amazing to
see how all the other musicians assembled in a row on the side of the stage,
watching him with their mouths open. Only Mick Taylor was sitting down,
cross-legged, contemplating and admiring his hero.
Jimi Hendrix got quite mad when the crowd started throwing beer mats towards the
stage. Masses of chairs had been broken and the concert ended in brutal fights
between some hot-heads and a police that was obviously unable and over reacted.
With truncheons drawn and attack dogs snarling, the Swiss police came down as
hard as they could.
But as I said, I didn't take much care about that and
neither did apparently the Bluesbreakers, who laid claim to a big Chevrolet Impala for their three days in Zurich,
enjoying their first concerts in Switzerland before travelling back to Britain.
Photos in the French magazine Rock & Folk from August 1968 showed Mayall and Hendrix as
close friends informally in front of
their common hotel Stoller at Zurich's Albisriederplatz.
Dinu im April 2014
Foto: Dinu 1968
Dinu im April 2014
Foto: Dinu 1968