My oldest brother lost his glasses in the Kralingse Bos, a small forest in the middle of Rotterdam, at the first big festival in the Netherlands in It was the European answer to the American Woodstock The festival was officially called 'Holland Popfestival - Rotterdam', but became known as the 'Kralingen Popfestival'.
My big brother was my role model. Child of the hippie era. I was too young for the festival, but I was one of the first in the cinema, along with my brother, to watch the Woodstock festival film.
Santana's performance blew me off my comfy cinema seat. Great music, with a mix of rock and Latin music. And of course the dazzling guitar playing of Carlos Santana.
My brother had already bought the first two Santana LPs. The covers were imaginative and the music was just as beautiful as what I had heard and seen in the Woodstock movie. It was not allowed to be played on his immaculate stereo system. Such a cover with a naked black woman. I also got the occasional blush from this cover. How old was I?
I had never seen such a naked luscious 'Black Magic Woman'. Secretly, every Friday night, with my brother's approval, I would sneak the LP into my bedroom and listen to 'Black Magic Woman', played loudly on my headphones.
