. . . I was a seventeen-year-old country bumpkin' with white sidewalls who grew up on gospel hymns, Johnny Cash, and Merle Haggard. That night was like sleeping in a zoo. Someone was blasting the new hit song, "Hair," by the Cowsills as loud as their radio could play it. Long-haired kids were running the halls and clanging beer cans all night. I was relieved when the sun finally came up.