I have recounted before when our band (Kinetics) played at Dammasch the state mental institution (where One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest takes place), but I found the actual remembrance written in 1980. As was my way then, it goes in one long running paragraph:
It’s out in the country. Serene enough surroundings. You wouldn’t even know it was there. Trees clutter the grounds and keep your eyes off the stark brick buildings. We are playing in the “Multi-purpose Room.” People wander in and out as we set up the stage, crazy people. Crazy people? It seemed more like NW Portland to me, every one of them. They were lovely people and the best audience we ever had. We talked to a lot of the patients. Everyone is on drugs. They receive enormous amounts. They have to take them or they get shot up. They gave us flowers. Even the staff was reasonable. Of course we only got to see the neurotics, not the psychotics. They really liked the music, even though we did not play very well. Smegma played very well. I’m glad we did it with them. The whole episode has really stayed with me since we got to talk to so many people. It was more relaxed than I had imagined it. Everyone wanted pot but we couldn’t get them stoned. Everyone wanted handshakes and kisses. There I obliged.