EXT: MONTEREY POP FESTIVAL – DAY
The Summer of Love! (We cannot refer to it as the Summer of Love for legal and financial reasons.)
We FOLLOW a large man through the crowd. His name is MACHO SCUNGILLI and he works for PASTICHE RECORDS. There are many people around him: HIPPIES and BEATNIKS and WHATEVER ELSE THE COSTUME DEPARTMENT CAN FIND.
Macho is wearing BELL BOTTOMS and FLOWERS IN HIS HAIR and a LEATHER BLAZER.
He stops a SKINNY BLACK GUY with a STRATOCASTER as he passes.
Hey, lemme borrow that for a second.
Macho grabs the guitar and FLIPS IT OVER, pouring THE MOST COCAINE YOU’VE EVER SEEN onto it, even though it’s 1967.
He SCHNARFS the YAYO.
HOOOooooo! That’s good yayo!
What’s your name, kid?
My name’s Jimi Hendrix, mister.
Have you met Bob Weir?
No, but I have a feeling that when I do meet him,
we’ll be the best of friends.
AUDIO CUE: FOXEY LADY AS COVERED BY THE MILK CARTON KIDS
A TALL MAN with a STUPID HAT walks up.
Hey, Papa John Phillips of The Mamas and
Hey, brother. Peace and love.
Peace and love.
Peace and love.
This is what the past was like. Anyway, nice
catching up, but I have to go discover The Who.
EXT: ONSTAGE – NIGHT
Four ACTORS IN BAD WIGS are onstage wearing Who costumes. The GUY PLAYING KEITH MOON clearly does NOT KNOW HOW TO PLAY THE DRUMS. Also, The Who would not permit their songs to be used, it is a COVER of Substitute by NEUTRAL MILK HOTEL that sounds ALMOST, BUT NOT QUITE, EXACTLY UNLIKE THE WHO.
The Who DESTROYS THEIR INSTRUMENTS because THAT’S WHAT THE VIEWERS EXPECT and then leave the stage.
Holy shit, guys! That was some authenticity!
PETE TOWNSHEND, who is played by MICK JAGGER’S NEPHEW answers him in a TERRIBLE BRITISH ACCENT.
Thanks, Macho. But I’ve been feeling so constrained by
pop songs. I want to write something bigger. Something grand.
You mean like a rock…opera?
A rock opera! That’s it! Once again, the guy from the record
company is the real hero of the story.
Behind him, Keith Moon DRIVES HIS CAR INTO A POOL.
THE OTHER SIDE OF THE STAGE
JERRY GARCIA and BOB WEIR stand there, HOLDING THE WRONG GUITARS.
I thought this show was about us.
Hey, who was that black guy you were playing with? That
guy could play, man.
Oh, that was Jimi Hendrix.
He’s my new best friend.
Behind them, KEITH MOON DRIVES ANOTHER CAR INTO ANOTHER POOL.