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  posted on 8/6/2006 at 09:42 AM
This is a topic for anyone who remembers the Love Valley Rock Festival in Statesville, NC in 1970. If you were there, we want to hear your comments on it. Thanks and keep on truckin!!
 
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  posted on 9/4/2006 at 10:43 AM
I wasn't there (dammit) but I sure would love to hear anyones memories from the show......Hop - you out there??

 

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  posted on 10/25/2006 at 05:11 AM
Well Love Valley was the first time I ever heard the Allman Brother Band. Myself and a good friend drove up their Friday from Fayetteville. We stop in Stateville, and bought a bucket of chicken, and dropped a couple of tabs of acid. By the time, we got to Love Valley, the acid had started kicking in. I parked at a church across the road from the entrance of Love Valley and heard some music way in the background, it was an once familiar but yet highly orginal. I turned to my friend, and said "that's got to be Allman Brothers", and it was. Remember sitting (well trying to sit anyway) on the steep hill, looking across the Love Valley corral where the stage was and watching the rest of Allman's set. Other acts that I remember playing that Friday night were Kallabash, Big Brother and Holding Company (w/o Janis), Lumbee (a band from the Fayetteville/Lumberton area), and a bunch of other bands who's name I don't remember. What was unusual about the Love Valley Festival was the lack of name bands. Indeed most of the bands seem to be from the Carolinas and Georgia. Saturday, I was to "fried" to remember much. Sunday, we head back to Fayetteville, of course, on our way out a kind "hippy' gave us a bottle of Sprite. Of course, we weren't on the road long before we found out that Sprite was "electrified", and being broke, dirty and hungry, and once again "tripping our butts off" and almost out of gas. I had to stop at an uncle's house in Winston-Salem to borrow some gas money to get back home. My aunt and uncle were kind to me and my friend, feeding us and giving us some gas money while we told them all about Love Valley. I often wonder what they thought after we left?
 
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  posted on 11/30/2006 at 01:54 PM
oh you little devils of alcohol and purple microdots, what memories.
 

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I was there for the concert. I drove from Raleigh, NC a day early to set up camp for fellow Lighthouse Commune members, and David Pilley rode with me. Various heads and freeks from the commune met us there later on for the actual concert.

I vividly remember sitting on the hillside which overlooked the bottom of the valley where the performances were staged. Anybody else who was there will also remember the anonymous clown who started laughing at the top of his lungs in a falsetto/maniacal wail which trailed off into a stacatto-giggle. The first time he did it, it got everyone's attention because it seemed no one had ever heard anything like it. After that first time a hush fell over the thousands of freeks whenever the guy started his siren-wailing. If you heard it, you'll know what I'm talking about.

I remember mayor Andy Barker taking the stage at one point during the concert and making a heartwarming speech. I do not remember exactly what he said--I was stoned out of my gourd for several days--but I do remember how Mayor Barker made me feel. Because that concert/experience had such a profound effect on me I rode back in 1974 on a new motorcycle i had just bought; I'm an incorrigible sentimentalist and I love to revisit places from my past. I rode my motorocycle what seemed like all night in order to be at Love Valley in time to see the sun rise, and I was.

Mayor Barker was standing on his front porch which faces main street, and we got to talking and he invited me in for breakfast with his family. I'll never forget it because I had just become a Jehovah's Witness myself, and I felt that I had to save him from his 'phony Christianity.' Little did I know. I was treated to a free, home-made breakfast with the Mayor and his family and with plenty of country-hospitality to go around. Can you even imagine such a thing in this post-9/11 world?

I rode back to Love Valley again about a year later accompanied with another Jehovah's Witness (who has seen the light and who has abandoned the Watchtower cult). We took some photographs of us with Mayor Barker, which I still have.

I'll never forget how, when David Pilley and I first got to Love Valley in 1970, three cowboys rode up on their horses while we sat there watching. One of them tossed his rope over that horizontal rail above main street which supports the letters "L-o-v-e V-a-l-l-e-y." The other end of the rope was lowered until it looped around the body of the third cowboy. Only then did I notice that the third cowboy had his hands tied securly behind his back. These guys appeared to be executing this cowboy by hanging him right in front of us! I watched spellbound as they did exactly that! Only thing is, the rope elevated him by the waist instead of the neck, so it was merely painful and embarrassing instead of fatal. Was it a joke? Were these two cowboys really pissed off at the third guy and were they just executing 'law-of-the-West' justice? Did these three cowboys perform this stunt simply to blow our minds? I can't believe that, but the timing could not have been more precise even if they weren't. The effect that sight had on me has lasted all these thirty-seven years; I'll never forget it.

Love Valley is a magical mystical place as far as I am concerned.

BTW, Lighthouse Commune had a local outpost in Shotwell, NC of which I was a citizen. UFO's and mystical stuff were routine there back then, and Bailey Williams is still Ok as of this writing. I'd love to hear from Debbie Benson, Ron Benson, Sher (or Cher) Pylant (sp?), Bobby Brooks (the judge's son), Steve Langdon, David Wanchock or anyone else who remembers the Shotwell communeor anybody I've named.

 

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  posted on 8/25/2007 at 08:27 PM
I attended a local high school near Love Valley and there was much talk that spring before the festival. A lot of students talked about what a terrible thing it was going to be. Some friendships broke up over it with some planning to go and others criticizing them. I was determined to go. My parents were very cool about it (I was 15) and my mother drove me over there on Friday and let me out and then she went home (no cellpone in those days.) I was thrilled to be there, but was like a deer caught in headlights---I saw nobody I knew.
I spotted an acquaintance who was a former student of my parents but in college at the time. He and his roommates let me hang out with them all weekend, but I was a "good girl" and so no real hanky panky beyond just kissing. The bands were great and everybody just partied all day and night. I didn't eat for the entire weekend. On Sunday morning, I'll never forget looking down into the arena-- it was hazy and full of people asleep; hardly anyone was awake in all of Love Valley.
I ran into a guy from my high school on the way out of there, we hitched a ride with an elderly couple on the highway who wanted to know all about the festival and whether or not it was full of naked hippies. Next a carload of rednecks picked us up and I sat on the lap of one of the guys until we got close to our destination. When we reached my friend's house, I took the best bath of my life. My tee shirt that had been white on Friday, was "Love Valley brown."

 

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  posted on 9/22/2007 at 09:42 AM
I saw the Allman Brothers at Love Valley. I had just graduated from high school, and a group of us from Raleigh were going to a rock concert for the first time. I remember parking some distance away, and walking into Love Valley with a case of hot Blatz Beer and a blanket. Our group had a makeshift camp up in the woods above the town. During the concert we were sitting down in the corral in the back near the center. I seem to remember sometime during the ABB performance the stage filled with smoke, and when it cleared the band was shirtless and the place went nuts. Anyway, I remember the heat, and the dust and the sea of people. I'm really fortunate to have seen the ABB in their early days. I have never returned to Love Valley, but I understand it's still open on weekends. Someday I plan on going back just to see what it all looks like. BTW.....I do remember the guy yelling at the top of his lungs...and I remember the commune out in Shotwell, although I didn't know any of the folks out there. Well I did know Bailey Williamson(if that is the man the poster referred to as Bailey Williams)


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  posted on 9/25/2007 at 07:46 PM
I was attending the Fashion institute of America in Atlanta when i saw the poster advertising the festival. It was on the strip(as they used to call it on Peachtree between 10th and 12th I think) at one of the shops there. So five of us girls hopped into a VW bug and made our way to Love Valley. I was so excited because i wanted to go to the Atlanta Pops festival but my parents would not let me go. Now that I was away at school
nothing could stop us now. We got to Love Valley way after dark and the festival had already started.We parked our car and walked for ever it seemed folowing the music in the dark on newly formed pathways thriough the woods. When we arrived we saw a clearing and a stage in the distance and what seemed to be thousands of people on the field between. We made our way through the crowds and found a place to lay our blanket down. We sat and talked to all the people around and watched the bands play. I think it was Kalabash that was playing and all of a sudden smoke went up all around them and when it cleared they were all naked or almost as I remember!!! then they said I bet you didnt see this at Atlanta!! From what I can remember we camped up on the hill where several campsites were alrady there and crashed sometime that evening late. The next morning you could really see the surroundings. I think there was a pond and people were swimming and also there was a tent where they were cooking, That is about all I can remember but I think about it now and then and smile. I thought about it this morning and that is why I found this site !!!

 

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  posted on 9/26/2007 at 06:54 AM
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I think it was Kalabash that was playing and all of a sudden smoke went up all around them and when it cleared they were all naked or almost as I remember!!! then they said I bet you didnt see this at Atlanta!!


You just might be right. It may have been the Kalabash band that was involved in the cloud of smoke and removal of clothes. Oh well, things seem to all run together about the weekend. People kept passing me these funny looking cigarettes

I also remember the pond where folks were washing and getting relief from the heat. I don't remember, but I have had people tell me that the Allman Bros. played on Sunday as well as Friday night.

 

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  posted on 9/29/2007 at 05:52 PM
Was there. Here are my memories. Drove up from Wilmington NC with wife in 65 mustang. Somehow we hooked up with friends Eddie Miller, Stacey Jackson, Danny Dixon and others in band (name Jamie?) living at the time in Shotwell (Lighthouse) commune(ity) east of Ralegh, NC. Set up camp, ate either some purple owsley or some window payne - first thing in the morning and i'm good for the whole day long. Very hot day. Someone suggested going to the pond. What pond. It was a festival, had to be a pond somewhere. Made sense and off we went. Joined a whole bunch of freaks out trucking around in the mountains tripping. Some dude with a monster fro' jumped out from behind a rock with a big paper bag. "Ups, downs and all arounds, which way you want to go," he asked. Already in an "all-around" state of being we didn't have much coherent to say. He told us he blew them out in Atlanta (Atlanta festival two weeks before) and he was going to blow everyone out at Love Valley. Out of the bag came trays much like brownie pans full of baggies filled with goodies of every color of the rainbow - and then some. I think we traded some hash for some shrooms or mescaline or something. Onward through the fog. We walked and walked with no pond in site. Started really getting off on the acid and really, really gettin hot from the sun. A car came up the road with freaks all over it so we jumped on to join the circus. Next thing I remember is someone screaming they had found the pond. At last! Getting hotter by the minute. Looked for the pond they were pointing out but I couldn't tell if it was the sky between the mountains or actual water. Who cares? Off we went through the woods. Soon enough we were getting wet - yep that's water. Started peaking....really peaking. Hot, so hot. Couldn't read my watch any longer. Wasn't able to light a joint. Spacing big time. Heard my name being called from somewhere. Sounded like a never-ending echo. Next thing I know it's my cousin Squeeky from Wilmington holding a big green ball standing in front of me. What's happening he asked. Babble, babble I replied. He told me to wait there (where was I going to crawl to?), handed me the big green ball, told me to look inside and he would be right back. The inside of that big green ball was a happening place that kept me thoroughly entertained until Squeeky came back. He brought help. Help was a couple of freaks that I came to find out was the medical team for the festival. They decided my wife and I had heat strokes and carried us to their VW bus with a big red cross on a white sheet secured somehow to the side of the van. I remember there was this sweet lady (nurse/doctor?) inside the van with a halter top on with the biggest peaches I had ever seen - maybe it was just the acid. Off we went. As the van bounced down the mountain roads back to town, so did this big momma's peaches . I think those peaches kept me from completely flippin out that hot day. We got to their little makeshift medical tent and they gave us some water, phenobarbital (sp?), some killer weed (BTW - NC homegrown was selling there for ten dollars a lid - big ol' bags of leaf being it was July, but it was great) and some tasty home-made stew for the munchies. Soon we came down enough to make it back to the concert.
I do remember the band stripping and yes it was Kalabash. Also remember some kind of shoot out later on that night between some local cowboys (they were running all over the place wearing western sidearms) and some bikers I think.
I remember seeing or more like hearing the Allmans Bros there but other than whipping post and dreams I don't remember much else. IMO the Allmans were the biggest act there. Seems it was a transitional time and there was some beach music bands there trying to be hiip (like Kalabash) and attempting to cross-over to the new scene. Quite an eclectic crowd of mostly freaks, some bikers, cowboys (which was really a trip for NC) and being the early 70's quite a few rednecks showed up as well for whatever reason. The locals were fantastic. I will always be thankful for the rides up and down the mountains they were giving everyone on top of their cars along with the good vibes they offered everyone.
The festival was nothing like the happenings in Piedmont Park at Atlanta or at the race track outside of Atlanta a couple of weeks before but for NC it wasn't bad. Wish I could remember more but time has erased a lot.
Rad 007 - I remember Sher from Shotwell. Made the mistake of pouring a beer over her head one night and that's the last I saw of her...or she wanted to see of me. Wasn't my best moment. I can't remember any of the other names you mentioned but I lived there in various different little houses off and on in 1971 and 72 as well as going to some pig-pickings outside of the big house. I remember we would put a couple of flat-bed trailors side by side for the band to use as a stage. By that time I had traded the wife for freedom and the mustang for a Honda CB350 motorcycle which I then traded to a Raleigh dude - Fred Parks - for an old mailtruck I painted green if any of that helps. I remember running down to Atlanta several times to pick up assorted goodies with some folks from Shotwell but their names escape me. I remeber one dude was married and I think they had a kid and lived way down at the end of the dirt road by the pond in Shotwell. Best I can do Rad.
The good ol' daze....

 

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  posted on 7/31/2009 at 10:47 PM
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II vividly remember sitting on the hillside which overlooked the bottom of the valley where the performances were staged. Anybody else who was there will also remember the anonymous clown who started laughing at the top of his lungs in a falsetto/maniacal wail which trailed off into a stacatto-giggle. The first time he did it, it got everyone's attention because it seemed no one had ever heard anything like it. After that first time a hush fell over the thousands of freeks whenever the guy started his siren-wailing. If you heard it, you'll know what I'm talking about.


Farm out, man. Until I read your post on the infernal web, I had forgotten all about the bird man. He was somewhere up in the trees, but the SOB actually stopped the show once when Ted Nugget was playing. Love Valley was a strange gig. Very heavy authorities on the way in, which was kinda unnerving seeing how we were carrying a significant amount of head candy. But once inside, very cool.

Aw man, the memories. I sure miss dem days. Somewhere in another parallel universe, I can still hear the Bros playing at the Warehouse, the park in Hot 'Lanta and, yes, Love Valley.

I'm told I heard them when they were the Allman Joys at Pensacola Beach. But I don't remember that. There's a lotta things I don't remember. So thanks for the memory.

May you always have fair winds and following seas.

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  posted on 3/2/2010 at 10:31 PM
What a great event! I was seventeen that summer. My friends and I went up on Wednesday before the festival started on Friday. I'll never forget watching the Allmans sound check in the very early hours on Friday morning. The sun wasn't even up yet. The first time I had seen them. Absoultely amazing!! I'd never seen a band play with that kind of intensitiy and there wasn't even an audience to speak of. One of my stand out memories!! And yes, I don't think anyone can forget Kalabash either.
I stopped by Love Valley a year or so ago just for old times sake. I was stunned! It looked JUST like it did that weekend in 1970. I walked all around the town with a big smile on my face. Who says you can't go home again?

 

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  posted on 3/13/2010 at 08:41 AM
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I stopped by Love Valley a year or so ago just for old times sake. I was stunned! It looked JUST like it did that weekend in 1970. I walked all around the town with a big smile on my face. Who says you can't go home again?


That's exactly what I remember. Love Valley seems immune to the passage of time. How was Andy doing? He was alive and kickin' when I last visited him. In fact, he had just dropped out of the race for Governorship.

I'd go back for a 40th anniversary. Sure, you can go back home!

 

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  posted on 7/11/2011 at 10:40 PM
The net is amazing. What a way to remember my trip to Love Valley. I really thought that Love Valley would be kept as just a great personal memory. I went with my high school friends from Brevard, NC. It was a pretty long drive. The Allman Brothers were playing late on Friday. I was too groggy to get into them that night though I remember Duane's long legs every now and then slowly kick and stretch as he played that tremendous lead guitar. The band played the following 2 days though. Man were they good. They were the best band I saw at that time and still I get a kick out of their music today. The Midnight Rider, the first and only great version, had to be written for me. The middle section goes on forever. I don't know if they played that tune but I am very happily reminded of what they played by this website. Whipping Post rocks. I really liked the kinship forded by the brothers. They were close and played next to each other always. Also Barry Oakley had a great way of playing that bass. The drummers filled any gaps. Just a great Southern band. We were a proud bunch of concert goers to have a national band that was from the South. 7-17-70. Wow! Thanks all. :D

 

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  posted on 7/12/2011 at 09:50 AM
Great post & welcome BrevardBrian -- just recently I listened to my Love Valley tape, incl. the Leave My Blues At Home that gets interrupted by the mudfight, BO & Oh Pretty Woman & that awesome 12 min. Blackhearted Woman jam -- my gosh what a weekend that must have been -- & the footage that's out there is precious too -- thanks for sharing that memory of the best damn band in the land

 

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  posted on 7/12/2011 at 10:23 AM
Very cool thread. Wish I had been there. It's great reading everyone's stories. Thank you so much for sharing.

 

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  posted on 8/14/2011 at 10:28 AM
On a very sad note, I read in this morning's newspaper that Andy Barker has passed on to that rodeo in the sky. You were a cool dude, Andy!
 

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  posted on 1/6/2018 at 03:29 PM
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I was there for the concert. I drove from Raleigh, NC a day early to set up camp for fellow Lighthouse Commune members


And, thanks to the good Lord, I'm still kickin' and rockin' out. I doubt that any of the previous posters will see or read this -- much less respond, after all these years -- but like I stated at the beginning, I'm a sentimental sap and I enjoy visiting my old tramping grounds. I learned only recently that I'm an empath, so that answers a lot of the questions I've always had about my weird self. I saw Bobby Brooks a couple of years ago, but it was at Earl Johnson's funeral, so I'd had preferred for that rendezvous to not have had to occur. I also tracked down Ron Benson and he told me that his sister, Debbie, is now married and is a missionary in India. If Debbie ever reads this, she'll know my prayers have been answered. Love is the answer to all questions. Peace -- out.

 

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  posted on 3/2/2018 at 09:08 PM
Some awesome stories about this historical event. My cassettes of Love Valley from 7-17-70 and 7-19-70 are treasured artifacts. These stories really bring the event to life, so thank you to all posters in this thread.

 

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