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ticket—totaled 25,701 but he estimated that the total attendance was nearer 30,000.

He said the City of Anaheim made money on the concert but added he would not know how much for several days. The city has a guarantee from the promoters, plus concessions and parking fees.

Liegler said there was little damage to the playing surface and that it would be ready for the next Angels game Friday.

Officers on Duty

He said football games, which are played there occasionally, cause more damage to the playing surface than did the thousands of persons lounging on blankets on the grass and standing to sway and bounce to the hard rock music.

The Anaheim Police Department, which assigned 70 officers at the stadium to work with a civilian 25-man security force of college football players (who wore blue jackets with "SECURITY" and the peace symbol in white on the back), reported that the crowd was exceptionally quiet for its size.

There were about six arrests, mainly for intoxication and drugs.

Alcohol was forbidden in the stadium, as were soft drinks in glass or metal containers, but there was no serious attempt to search persons as they entered and wine was passed about freely.

Marijuana Smoked

Marijuana was also very much in evidence and was smoked and shared freely on the grass with little attempt to conceal it, as it was at Woodstock and usually is at outdoor rock concerts.

Liegler said he felt wine consumption was a greater problem than drugs.

For many at the stadium, the audience was as big an attraction as the bands who performed.

Almost all of the nearly 30,000 were longhairs.

Outdoor concerts, especially good concerts featuring popular bands such as The Who and favorites like Sebastian, tend to be special events for longhairs.

Good Vibes

And Sunday's concert was something special. The vibes were good, the music was good, and the informality of spreading blankets on the playing field made meeting one's neighbor easy.

The longhairs came to the stadium—in vans and cars and on bikes—like communicants of a religious sect to a revival. A few had slept overnight in the area.

Many of them feel the pressure of being members of a subculture, and Sunday, together in the sunshine, listening to music they love and sharing joints, they were like expatriates getting together for an afternoon.

"I'd like to bring straight people here so they'd know what it's all about," said a blond, pretty girl early in the show.

There was some political feeling in evidence. Someone flew a peace flag from one of the staffs and someone else carried a flag, hung upside down, on a pole and waved it over his head.

Lapel Buttons

Others came draped in flags, many wore plastic flag lapel buttons distributed by banks and other establishments for Flag Day, and the peace symbol was generally in evidence.

But the minds of the people in the almost totally white audience were not generally on politics. They had come to share the music.

The program opened with the Blues Image, followed by Russell's group, building gradually until encores by Russell had most of the audience on its feet.

Then Sebastian soothed them, sang songs like, "What a Day for a Daydream," and let them rest for the appearance of The Who.

They needed the rest. The Who picked them up with their full, heavy, thumping, rolling, pulsating, tripping, rumbling music and never let them down again.

Long Sections

The sun was starting to fall and shadows were becoming longer, making the heat on the stadium field less oppressive.

They played long sections of their opera, plaintive sections asking "See me. Feel me. Touch me. Heal me," and then launched into "My Generation" with showmanship approaching savage pageantry.

Throughout it all mobs of people crushed toward the bandstand, the closer to the center of the sound the closer the hypnotic effect, and one after another people would try to climb onto the stage to be nearer the music and were pushed back by stage hands.

Further back, nearer the outfield walls, the music was taken more passively, more leisurely.

Then it was over.

The Who finished and didn't play the long encore that was expected and hoped for. The audience picked up its blankets and baskets and left, leaving the field littered with the wrappings of its afternoon, but not otherwise worse for wear.