Used to see lots of psychedelic princes and princesses on Haight Street. Not many these days. But here were hundreds of the turned on and tuned in, dressed like birds and peacocks in heat.
The first time I saw Adam on television, on American Idol, past and present collided, as if psychedelic clothes, gnawed by moths, are suddenly rewoven, resurrected.
For a nicely surreal twist on the summer outdoor concert, the Storm King Art Center, an outdoor sculptural garden north of New York City featuring works by the likes of…