When I was fifteen , I went to the California Jam with my cousins , Walter , Jackie , and Candy , and several of their friends from school. They picked me up the night before ( Friday ) , in an old gray van , that must have belonged to Walter. My aunt Shirley lived in a house by Azusa High school. I remember sitting on the floor , in the living room with the others , while cock roaches crawled sluggishly across the carpet several feet from us.
I don't remember a whole lot about that night , or the following day , but I do remember that there was a lot of smoking and drinking , and the music was loud ( incredibly loud ) and exciting. I also remember that the main reason I wanted to go , was Black Sabbath. I was outside on the front porch with an old transistor radio , listening to KLOS. Bob Coburn came on and said , something like Here's one of the bands that will be appearing at the California Jam. The song he played was Sabbath , Bloody Sabbath.
I remember that the speakers were huge , as big as houses. My ears have been ringing ever since.
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