The 1976 Knebworth Concert Recollections

I was having a good look through your superb site and it brought back memories of some of the great bands of the early 70's. My first big outdoor concert was Knebworth 1976. I was 18 at the time and my older sister knew someone in the business who got us some tickets. I remember arriving at the local railway station and getting a bus to the site along with thousands of others. If memory serves me right there were long queues to get in and we found somewhere to sit during Hot Tuna's set. I don't remember too much about them apart from some interesting soloing. The weather was really warm and most people just sat in the sunshine, smoking and drinking.

After a long wait the Stones came on and played a pretty good show, but once again those at the back could not hear very well and the video screens were out of sync with the music. Still most people seemed to be having a good time from what I remember.

A party atmosphere built up before the Stones, enhanced by a couple of nice girls next to us, one of whom was being very friendly to me. Yes folks, here I was a few yards away from the best rock and roll band in the world, alcohol in my veins and a beautiful girl making eyes at me. Heaven! Most of the rest of the set was accompanied by mad dancing and passionate snogging, so I could not really say what Mick and the boys were like - but we enjoyed them.

As the evening drew to a close, my new friend revealed that her old man was down at the front, so we said our goodbyes and never saw each other again. Well, it was like that in those days.

Hot Tuna were playing by the time we entered and found a place to park ourselves, having heard the Don Harrison Band from outside. Jack Cassidy was brandishing a huge Flying - Vee type bass. One song that really stood out in my mind was "Rock Me Baby".
Next up ( I believe ) was Todd Rundgren's Utopia who delivered a storming set with Mr . Rundgren playing some fine guitar soloes.
Shortly after this, one of our new aquaintances ( a very sexy girl whose name I have long since forgotten) asked me if I knew "Freebird". I hadn't at the time, but Lynrd Skynrd's later performance of this rock classic has been firmly embedded in my recollections of '70's rock since then. They were brilliant - loud throbbing bass and of course the triumverate of wailing guitars and the audience were very receptive.

As it was my first concert ever, I remember many things about the day. Later, I went to quite a few festivals, but Knebworth 1976 remains my all time favourite.

The Stones didn't give a damn about the fans, why should I wait for them? Lots of fans missed the last train and slept there, some of my friends did (I do like the stones music and have seen them, but I don't see that "love the fans thing" that led zep has)

Thousands of people jumping about and cheering in unison. As the barefoot Ronnie Van Zandt sang the last refrain, he threw his mike and it's stand over the back of the amp stacks, took Collins under one arm and Rossington under the other, and led them down the sloping stage to the crowd, as the two began their furious soloing. It seemed to last forever, coming to a long drawn out final crunch in front a standing ovation. An impossible act to follow.

Got a phone call from Bob an old friend who said that he had got tickets to see the Stones at somewhere called Knebworth and did I want to go (I lived at that time north of Stirling and Bob lived in the Scottish Borders) Of course I wanted to go, so I jumped into my old VW beetle and drove down to Bob’s place where I changed over into his VW beetle and off we went.

They were great nevertheless and we were on our feet during the whole set and bopping with the best of them until it was all over .We left the arena and somehow got to where we had left the car and made our way out and drove home to Scotland. What a great couple of days. I recently found the DVD of the Stones part of the concert in a charity shop for £3 and get to relive an amazing set of hazy memories.

A 64 year old hippie from Scotland.

In 1976 I was 22 over from Ireland and working in London but I can vividly remember that year as having a boiling hot summer. Every day seemed hotter than the previous one with pics in all the papers of groups of young people bathing in the Serpentine in Hyde Park to cool down and generally a distinct carnival atmosphere was building all Summer long. The first inkling we got though of the Stones at Knebworth was when a 'Streaker' (remember those) ran on to one of the Courts during Wimbeldon with a poster for the event and it was there and then I decided to go. I duly purchased my ticket £7 at the time (those were the days) and could hardly wait as I counted down the days. That morning I kitted up in my Denims and Leather calf length cowboy boots and set off at 7 am. to beat the rush.

Travelling on my own,I got to the arena fairly soon and ended up about one hundred feet back from the stage straight in front-a good view. The sound wasn't that bad for me and I thought Lynard Skynard were unforgettable,their encore Free Bird literally blew me away. I remember reading where most of that band were killed in a plane crash about a month after the gig so their stint proved unique.As darkness began to fall following a crucifying delay suddenly, a huge pair of rubber lips were inflated above the canopy of the stage and finally the Stones arrived. Guitars roared,Drums rolled and to a tumultuous crescendo the Band launched into 'Satisfaction',could there have been a more perfect intro I wondered. I did not stay to the end as I had to make my way home before all the public transport ended but it was a day I'll never forget.
John Bourke

HI
I went to the Knebworth 1976 festival. I left work in Machynlleth and with others in two cars travelled to Knebworth via Coventry to pick up a friend and food. I was in an A40 and I think the other car was a Zephyr. We went to the supermarket and picked up some food for the weekend – most of us had never been to a concert like this before. On reflection some of the food was not a good choice bearing in mind the weather – margarine and chicken when coolboxes were not common place ended up pouring the margarine onto the bread!

We went to Coventry to pick up a mate and in days before mobile phones it was more by luck than judgement we found him – we went to the nearest pub to his digs and they remembered him and told us where to find him! Ended up in an Indian restaurant for food before setting on the road again. When we got there again by fluke we met up with the guy’s girlfriend who had travelled up from south Wales in a separate vehicle and was walking along the road as we went in.

We slept – such as you could with all the noise and excitement before making our way to the field and where we were going to sit for the next 36 hours! We were a large group so it was no problem to go off and wander around because plenty left to secure the spot. The food was limited for a vegetarian but we had our own anyway. The loos were a round metal frame with doors and a seat in a circle with a hole in each cubicle and nothing underneath just a hole and very soon began to stink in the very hot weather we were experiencing in the heat wave that had hit the country.
The music was great although I was a 10cc fan more than a Stones one! We met loads of people we knew despite the size of the field etc. When it all finished we spent the night on the field and were woken by the litter pickers the next morning – no trouble finding the car with most of them gone too! It was an amazing experience for me I remember going to the toilets in Watford gap on the way home to clean my teeth! I had worn the same clothes all weekend as had the others so we were a bit ripe! By the time we got home it was before for bed and a few hours sleep before up for work on Monday morning in the factory summer holiday job.

My parents had no idea where I was going and were amazed to see it full double page picture in the paper and on the news reports! We could spot the flag behind where we were sitting on the picture!
Brilliant that you have this web page about it after all these years and despite having moved so many times since then I seem to remember I still had the programme last time I moved 10 years ago!!
Yours
Lin

Hi,

I have just listened on a radio 4 programme someone recalling her memories at Knebworth 76, which I cannot better in detail about the band's,( except to say that I found 10cc one of the best acts on the night musically; with few pretentions, they gave A VERY capable workmanlike performance ) ! After the concert finished, rather a lot of people leaving the arena had slaking thirsts, (myself included) due to over consumption of Alcohol, only to find the main public loo's was shuttered off, and consequently, no access to water!

Then, from nowhere two mini-vans arrived, opened their doors to reveal stacked full, those little cheap clear plastic diluted drinks for about 70 pence EACH, ( You can buy them in chip shops NOW for about 30 pence .) Within about 10 minutes the thirsty hordes bought the LOT. With the strains of 10cc's 'Wall street shuffle' ringing in my ears not 3 hours before, I wouldn't be surprised if 'Trotters Independent Traders' was written on one of the vans!

Going to Knebworth to see The Rolling Stones in August 1976 was a really big deal to a guy from Northern Ireland just turned 20 and let loose on England’s roads for a week on my new motorbike.

I remember walking into the arena around noon and being blown away by hearing Led Zeppelin’s ‘Kashmir’ for the first time time being played over the PA. Would have loved to see them at Knebworth three years later but was away on holiday. A friend did go, but drank so much he was unconscious by the time Zeppelin came on and slept through it all – what a waste!

During the course of the day I enjoyed most of Todd Rundgren, all of Lynyrd Skynyrd and most of 10cc.
As it was 35 years ago my memories are a bit hazy (was it the effects of the strange smelling pungent smoke wafting across?) but I do remember the TV camera man in front of the stage in his hydraulic seat rising up every now and then and being pelted with cans and bottles because people behind him couldn’t see past him. I don’t think we saw as much of him after that.

Then there was the really, really long wait until the Stones came on (was it hours?) and I was dying to go to the toilet but didn’t want to leave my place in case I couldn’t get back. I was also getting hungry but a couple of girls beside me took pity and kindly shared their supply of seeds which I’d never had before but I was starving and would have eaten anything.

At Last the Stones came on and made up for the wait with a really long set which I think lasted until about two in the morning. The stage was a brilliant concept with the band playing ‘inside Mick Jagger’s mouth’, the lips inflating and the tongue acting as a platform out into the crowd.

Up until then my concert experiences had been restricted to Rory Gallagher and Horslips who both regularly played the Ulster Hall. Knebworth was obviously a different league and combined with the great weather made this an unforgettable day.
Terry McKee

250,000 people in a field in the English countryside. Naked people. LSD is openly on sale. I am too timid to try it. Lost people trying to locate their friends wander through the crowd shouting names – one of them is Wally. Don’t forget the flag you sat next to or your party seven will get drunk by your friends before you get back. Never mind – you can stand on it to watch the stage – which is a million miles away. We watch the monster screens instead. Wally!, Wally! Wally! every few seconds.

The urinal pits fill by mid-afternoon and then overflow in a muddy yellow river running down towards the naked people at stage left. I want to see the naked people. We don’t move – moving is difficult and there is no return. The food is free and the Hare Krishna short order cooks want me – and I have to pay for a book in order to get away. I have the strongest memories of Van Halen parachuting out of a light aircraft to perform mid-afternoon – which I can find no record of – except references to the fact they faked doing so on other occasions. I don’t remember seeing them play and can’t find a record of it anywhere – strange.

A man runs on stage, gets naked and pleasures himself for what seems far too long… eventually to completion and the act is replayed again and again on the big-screen. The Stones were not very good to be honest. Circus performers lined the long sides of the stage. Skynyrd were my – and I think the crowd’s - favorites that day, even though they were a relatively new act at that time and I had never heard of them before. 10cc - the last performance of this band incidentally - came on after delays. They were probably the best act of the day sound-wise, but the crowd wanted to get it over and see the ‘Stones perform. "Just Like a rolling stone, I’m outside looking in" they sing and the crowd goes wild. I’m Mandy, Fly me but the crowd isn’t listening to the music - its been a long day.

Fear of going to the vast, overflowing hole-in-the-ground urinals – and losing my friends on my return. The doors to the porta-potties swing open down hill and you need a friend to use them. I have the strongest memories of the exiting crowd mooing like cattle as we moved out of the arena. 40’ tall chicken wire fences fell like matchsticks as the mass of people hit them. Sounded like cattle, but looked like ants marching. Later, a quarter million people sitting around makeshift fires – dawn is coming by the time we get back to the tents. A tent, then another then another goes up in flames to reveal people having sex in their sleeping bag.

We get on a bus to ferry us to the station. I think I didn’t pee for 3 days. I decide that I may never wear shoes again. Some months later in London I discover that Hare Krishnas approach people with no shoes on and go back to wearing them.

My most vivid memory of knebworth 1976 was the massive queue at the drinking water tap. After queuing for 30 minutes I swopped my almost full bottle of southern comfort for a small bottle of water with a guy at the head of the line,
we both thought we got the best bargain.

During the afternoon, between acts, a naked hairy hippy type walked onto the stage.

He proceeded to masturbate in front of the whole audience.

When he had finished he spoke into a microphone 'Sorry for keeping you waiting so long'.

He then left the stage and someone came on with a mop and bucket to clean up.

I later heard a rumour (or read something in NME or Melody Maker) that he had been thrown from the back of the stage by security and had broken both ankles.

Can any of this be corroborated?

Paul Mooney
Norfolk

After Floyd the previous year I wasn’t missing the Stones. Saw them earlier at Stafford Bingley Hall, it was the Black and Blue tour.
Me and 2 mates travelled down from the north west, camped the night before and didn’t need to bunk in as we had managed to get tickets earlier.

Fell asleep and woke to Lynyrd Skynyrd who were excellent. 10cc was the calm before the storm and the stones were absolutely superb.

Still got the programme and other bits of memorabilia like the sounds at knebworth badge.

Missed the following few years due to weddings and hols and didn’t return till 96 when on the guest list for Oasis, Ocean Colour Scene were brilliant as were Oasis.

Kind Regards

Graham Brumby

I was there, it was the worst festival I have ever attended, it seems to me that is where the tendency to treat the fans like catlle really got going in the UK.
Rubbish transport, lousy preparation, awful sound, terrible light shows were all exacerbated by funnelling too many people through too few gates, maybe to ensure absolutely no one got in free?

This resulted in a lot of people missing the first two acts because they were queuing to get in even though they had tickets.
None of the bands were memorable but the Stones were totally rubbish, I wouldn't go to see them again if you paid me and I was a fan until that day.
Those are my memories of the worst concert going experience of my life

I was at Knebworth for both 75 and 76 . In 76 my father was part of the film crew that had earlier recorded the backing ‘video’ for Pink Floyd’s light show which, I believe, was an early lazer display.

!976 was memorable for the late start of many of the acts. 10cc were very late on stage but this was nothing compared to the Stones. We had ‘befriended’ some American girls who said that if bands had kept the audience waiting that long in the States then there would probably have been a riot !.

Am not certain what caused their delay but have been told that Mick Jagger was unable to be lowered by wire from above the stage as planned for safety reasons due to his ‘condition’ whatever that may have been!! I was fairly close to the stage and remember that he seemed to be shoved out for the first song and then repeated the question ‘What’s next Keith?’ after several numbers. I think this is all accurate, and I can confirm that it was all very late ending.

I went with my Father who had never been to a Rock Concert before especially to see The Stones and although dreading it when Lynyrd Skynyrd come on I thought they were a complete revalation and Free Bird was absolutely fantastic,.

after 10cc I managed to get from the middle of the park almost right down to the front of the stage by walking over comatose bodies to see The Greatest Rock and Roll Band in The World The Rolling Stones. We drove home around 9am Sunday morning picking up a young couple of hitch hikers and stopped off to buy a broadsheet (can't remember which one right now) which I still have somewhere because it had an amazing double spread front and back page arieal photo of the park

Derek Holland

Just been having a reminisce and some flashbacks about trips to Knebworth and thought I would add my experience on the more sociable side of it.

I had a wide taste in music then and in '75 my like was Northern Soul but we was into lot of the festivals too

I was also into the more sociable side of the festivals as I was a very big drug user. Mainly Speed,hash and acid at the time.

The year B4 with Floyd was a great crack so we knew what to expect. There were 8 of us going together from Brixton so we took 2 motors.So we piled them full of stuff we might need. Lots of beer, bottles of Brandy,Southern Comfort and vodka. Even water, cause life's just too short to stand in that queue for the water tap. As for taking a wee you do it in a tin and leave it behind!

I also took 1200 blues and 900 micro dots - Black pyramids and Orange Sunshine. These all went and I'm sure gave many of the crowd one of their best memories.

There's already been so much said about the acts, sound system playing up and of course the winker on the stage - what a legend. Wonder what happened to him?

There was some craziness like ijits going round burning tents and trying to burn cars and I saw one who was caught get a proper slap by some who caught him running away.

We did manage to get invited back stage by one of the roadies for 10CC who saw I was selling trips and swapped some for some very good sqyushy Afghan Gold Seal but it was much more fun out among the masses.

I don't think we slept for three of the 4 nights we were there and it was one of the best festivals of the 70s IMVHO.

Love and Peace

Unionjack

We were staying with Rik & Ros in Edgware up in north London so the drive to Knebworth took less than an hour. We got there early afternoon, found a parking space then followed the crowd into the festival which was a large, gently sloping outdoor area in Knebworth Park. Having attended a couple of other rock festivals we decided to sit well back in the crowd which placed us within easy reach of food tents and what passed for restrooms.

We brought food and drink, yet there were many attractive cooking aromas as well as other aromas wafting 'round the park. The sun was shining and it was warm enough that many people had already stripped to the waist. The energy that day was great - two or three hundred thousand people relaxing, dancing, eating, drinking, talking and passing joints around to share a puff of this or that. Mostly in those days it was hash; heated and crumbled into tobacco and rolled up into a spliff.

The hours drifted by - Todd Rundgren's band made a lot of noise but not a lot of music. A little later Lynard Skynard, not well known in the UK, really got things going with a rockin' performance of songs that were mostly new to us. They brought us all to our feet with Freebird and kept the riff going to an amazing climax. In the evening we got 10CC. After some trouble with the PA system they finally hit a groove and gave us crystal clear renditions of several of their best known songs. They played well but the songs sounded almost exactly like listening to their records which was kinda disappointing in a way.

Now, the Stones were supposed to be on around mid-evening but they were nowhere in sight. It seems while most of the group was up at Knebworth House dining with the lord of the manor, Keef was making his own way up the A1 in his Bentley and managed to get busted on the way. Somebody went and bailed him out of gaol and the Stones finally hit the stage with a bang about two hours late. They played a realy good 90 minute set after which Mick made a brief apology and asked the crowd if we were ready to keep on rockin'. Responding to the roar of approval, they huddled on stage around Charlie Watts' drum kit then stepped up and played three songs. Then it was back to the drum kit for another conference and three or four more songs. They went back in time to some of their earliest stuff and kept playing for at least another hour. It must have been one of their longest concerts ever, Keef's guitar chords rippling across the countryside until after 1 a.m.

Jagger of course played the whole wide "red lips and tongue" stage. As most everyone from that era knows, you stand up for the Stones the moment they come on stage. There's just so much energy that it feels like electricity in the air around you. Probably 10% of the audience had already passed out, ripped to the gills on beer, wine and cannabis not to mention all the free acid and mushrooms being passed around the area where we sat all afternoon. I caught a nap between sets around 6 pm so i was OK the rest of the night. When i awoke there were a lot more people streaming into the festival area.

The crowd swelled to several hundred thousand, yet i'm not sure you could have an accurate count once it began to get dark. When the Stones arrived we strolled sideways to the edge of the crowd then migrated slowly towards the stage. Eventually, we edged our way back to a more central position maybe 100 or 150 feet from the stage. At this point it was pretty densely crowded, but you could still move to the music, no problem. They played a bunch of my favorite songs and it was an awesome evening for the four of us and the entire sea of people around us. Afterwards we stayed right there for about 20 minutes as the crowd made for the exit (which soon became wide open as temporary fences were trampled down). We found the car, exited onto a country lane and rejoined the highway several miles later, a fairly easy escape from a huge traffic jam.

Rathbone

I went with a group of 3 friends plus my girlfriend (now my wife), and my mother - a Stones fan.

My main memory was the long, long wait for the Stones to come out. It must have been nearly midnight before they fell onto the stage. Yes, they seemed drunk. And, actually we thought they, and the sound quality, were poor and being tired after a hot day in the sun left after 1 song.

We stood far from the stage so our best view was of the two big screens either side of the stage. While we waited for the Stones a fine young gentleman chose to entertain the crowd by getting in front of the cameras and masturbating himself to a full and satisfactory conclusion. I got to stand between my girlfriend and mother whilst he did so.

I am not sure if this is now considered perfectly good etiquette but at the time it did not seem entirely appropriate behaviour. Mrs Beaton has nothing to say on the matter and neither did I.

Regards

Ed Lee

I was there and i would like to add that there were very long delays for ticket holders to get into the festival which made a lot of people miss the whole first act.

Also despite the poor sound quality serving for an excuse the Rolling Stones were what I would in a very kindly way describe as "lackluster" a huge disappointment in every respect, Knebworth '76 remains one of the very few events I have been to which I regret the waste of money and time.

I also Queen at Hyde Park soon after and they were FANTASTIC!

best wishes

Chris

Hi Guys

You wanted personal information about the Festival.

Turned up mid-morning in my old Vauxhall Viva having driven from Eastbourne.

The weather was fantastic and we (Mike Tarbuck/Pete Worby) set up right at the back near the entrance, coz the field was full already.

Remember the Hari-Krishna monks dressed in their orange, every time they started chanting all the empty (and some full) cans would hail on them, really funny.

The Hells Angels did the security, what Health & Safety would say about that today.

There were toilets set up at the back of the field, next to the Generators and a corrugated sheet steel fence. Because there were not enough bogs to go around, the guys peed on the fence behind the toilets, this was a mistake.

Eventually the pee had sodden the ground enough for the sharp steel to sink into the ground

unbeknown to the piddler’s there was an electric cable running under the fence, kaboom.

Several guys were shocked and ambulances were called, no idea if anybody lost their tackle

but it was funny.

Laid on the grass in the sun listening to the music all day and most of the night as the Stones were late as usual, about 2 hours I think. Still a brilliant day and one that will never be forgotten.

Nice site guys.

Regards

Mike Tarbuck

I was 17 in the summer of 1976, English but had grown up in the states. Traveling around europe, bought a ticket in london, took the train to knebworth.

Slept in a field the night before, in the morning of the festival there was a mad rush of people into the grounds. I remember being in a mash of people,

lifting my feet up at the right moment, and getting carried along by the crowd, over the cow gratings at the edge of the field and into the concert area.

It was a good day for the english summer, sunny and warm. Hot Tuna were the best band. Loud, soloing, and just wanting to play. I remember clearly that the organizers kept trying to get them to cut off their set and Jorma just kept jamming and wouldn't stop until they basically pulled the plug on him.

Long wait for the stones to come on, way past dark. So the statement that they were waiting for the night for their light show to be optimal doesn't hold.

They were probably partying. By the time they did start people were tired after a long delay, the stones were kind of flat as was the crowd and it was sort of a let down.

All in all a great day though with the english youth in a sunny field and lots of loud music.

MarknSaffman

remember vividly being a 16 year old and travelling by coach overnight from Edinburgh with 4 friends and arriving in the early hours to a scene which people would say now looked like a refugee camp. We found our place on the grass not far from the mixing desk spot and sat waiting on the first act. Our main attraction was to see the Stones as Black and Blue was a huge favourite of ours in our "loons",Afghan coats smelling of patchouli oil and joss sticks etc from Cockburn St.

I only bought one memento and that was a small white t shirt with the character Obelisk from Asterix the Gaul carrying a large boulder with "Stones at Knebworth" painted on it. The way the last S was written it could be seen as a "d" and therefore Stoned at "Knebworth". I still have the shirt to this day somewhere and if you want to see an image I can e mail it.

My main memeory is the heat and being shocked as a 16 yr old to see guys with satchels wandering around the crowd openly shouting "heroin,heroin".

My friend Bill stood at one point to get a better view and was immediately bombarded with empty beer cans from people behind him whose view he was blocking (he is now a Professor of Archeology!).I don't think any one of us dared leave our spot to go to the toilets as we would never have found our way back and then Lynyrd Skynyrd came on and blew everyone away with their set.
I remember the Stones were delayed in appearing and allegedly word got out that the gates had come down as the concert should have ended about 11 and that hundreds of people got in for nothing to see the Stones.
We somehow found our coach and arrived back in Edinburgh the next morning - an unforgettable experience !
Donald Watt

More great memories!

I’m surprised that none of your other accounts mentioned the entertainment between 10cc and the Stones. As is largely mentioned there were increasingly long waits between sets and everyone was getting pissed off. It seemed like the Stones were never going to arrive and there were rumours that the festival would have to be closed as it had overrun the licence. Then some guy got on stage and much to everyone’s enjoyment, started to masturbate. We got great close ups on the giant screens and when he came the whole place erupted. One of the best receptions of the night.

One other thing I remember was one of the off-stage acts. Some Irish bloke lay down on a couple of mattresses with dynamite underneath. His wife set off the dynamite. He was thrown about 10 feet into the air, stood up, staggered around for a bit and fell over. His wife then came round and took a collection. Later they announced that he would be staging a second performance later, but we didn’t go.

Thanks again for the site,

Malcolm Hyde

I’ve just found your website whilst having a reminisce about one of the first and most memorable concerts of my life. I cycled 16 miles on a push bike from North London to Knebworth the day before the concert with a rucksack and a tent on my back (I must’ve been MAD!). That day and the day of the concert were probably the hottest days of the decade.

he concert was totally brilliant despite the long delays between acts, rumours that 10CC had nearly blown up The Stone’s mobile recording unit and the fire brigade cancelling the intended firework finale due to the possibility of starting a bushfire - in England of all places! So many star acts and excellent musicians on one bill – it was extraordinary; I have photos of the guitarists from Lynyrd Skynyrd all jamming on the extended solo of “Free Bird” right at the furthest extent of the ‘tongue’ stage, absolutely igniting the crowd – one of the best moments in Rock history!

Cheers,

Tony Warren

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