Diane Sward (Rapaport) Meets Bill Graham at Fillmore West 1968

I traipsed up to the second floor of Fillmore West at 10 a.m. The ballroom was dark and cavernous with basketball hoops at each side, fronted by a large stage. An adjacent café was dimly lit and some guy sat at a table sobbing. He hardly looked up at me as I passed him and knocked on a door that had light leaking from under it. “Come in,” a gruff voice shouted.

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