You wonderful people who read this blog, and sometimes comment, and share your knowledge, never cease to amaze me. In previous posts I’ve asked for advice on things like leaf-mulching lawnmowers and wood-burning stoves, and whether I should buy certain pieces of mid-century furniture, and every single time people have shared very helpful information and opinions. But I have to tell you that getting this photo – in answer to yesterday’s post on Queensborough’s Rock Acres Peace Festival in 1971 – may very well take the cake. I just gasped when I opened up the photo attachment in my email this morning: “It’s a ticket from the Queensborough rock festival!” I squealed at Raymond.
The email came from Ken Broad, who told me that at the time of the festival his family lived on a farm adjacent to the Quinlan farm, where the Rock Acres festival took place. I was just so tickled that he had held onto it for all these years; I imagine there can’t be too many of those tickets still out there. And I was even more tickled that he took the trouble to send the photo so that all of you can see it too. Thank you, Ken!
A couple of things to note on the ticket:
- The dates of July 3-4-5, 1971, were when the festival was originally supposed to take place but, as I mentioned in my first report on the subject, legal wrangles between the Quinlans and various levels of municipal government – which did their best to keep it from happening – delayed it until Aug. 6-7-8, 1971. I guess the tickets must have got printed well before then.
- The “L.E.J.J.” in “L.E.J.J. Enterprizes” (interesting spelling, that) almost certainly stands for Leon and James Jr. Quinlan, the enterprising brothers and would-be impresarios who decided that their family farm outside Queensborough was just the place for a rock festival. I rather suspect the Rock Acres Peace Festival was the first and last effort of L.E.J.J. Enterprizes, but who knows? I’m still hoping someone might be able to put me in touch with one or the other of the brothers; I’d love to interview them about those three heady days and what happened before and after the hippies and the musicians descended on their farm.
Anyway, I hope anyone else out there with knowledge (or photos!) of the festival will also share. If you email photos to me at
email@example.com firstname.lastname@example.org, I’ll first squeal with delight (as I did this morning) and then be ever so pleased to share them with all the other people who are (as my brother John put it in a comment yesterday) “struck by the total awesomeness” of that long-ago, crazy Rock Acres event.