When I looked through my pictures, I knew this one was special. I knew I had got a lot of good shots that day, and by then I had already witnessed many street battles between the cops and America’s youth, so we split and drove back to Ann Arbor. The inevitable rain of bottles and trash was thrown at the police from the upper decks in what later became known as the Cincinnati Cop festival. ![]() The police and their dogs had been waiting in the wings to clear the field and proceeded to chase everyone off into the stands. When he was leaving the stage after his set, Iggy wiped the peanut butter from his hands on to the fancy shirt of the emcee as he passed.Īfter the show finished and thousands of fans headed for the exits, all hell broke loose. Someone handed him a large jar of peanut butter and he smeared some on his chest and threw much of it into the crowd, to their mighty amusement. I had a good vantage point on the right of the stage, so when he rose up out of the crowd, I just kept shooting. During the Stooges’ set, Iggy dived off the stage into the crowd, where he was lifted up by his fans and stood above them in triumph. Even though they were hot, the crowd was in a jovial mood, having put one over on the cops. It was already dark when the Stooges came on. The Stooges were in some heavy company that day, with Traffic, Alice Cooper and Grand Funk Railroad all playing too. But as soon as the first notes were struck, hundreds of fans poured on to the field, where they stayed for the rest of the day, pushing right up to the stage. The city police were there to maintain order, and they had been told that because of the rain people were not allowed on to the baseball field where the stage had been set up in the middle. ![]() Many fans were already lined up by the gates, some covered by plastic sheets, but at sunrise the clouds rolled away and it became a hot, bright day. We drove all night in the rain to get there: it was still raining hard when we arrived at dawn. I had been asked to cover the Cincinnati Pop festival. But as soon as the first notes were struck, hundreds poured to the stageīy the time of this picture, it was 1970 and I was working in Detroit for the short-lived rock’n’roll publication Big Fat Magazine. ![]() The city police were there to maintain order because of rain people were not allowed on the baseball field.
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