Does anyone remember 1090 Page Street?

[TimothyLeary]

Just wondering if anyone who had been there was still alive.

[WE1]

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[TimothyLeary]

Not quite, when I was a kid I visited 1090 Page Street in Haight-Ashbury, San Francisco, it was a hippy commune-come-crashpad where the Jefferson Airplane and others used to rehearse in the basement.

[shameless_heifer]

1090 Page St was part of the Good Earth Commune. They were bombed, yes the pigs bombed the house and let it burn down to the ground. Over a bycycle. They thought a nine month pregnant girl carried a bike up three flights of stairs so they came and demanded her to be turned over to them. When they were refused they fired a inceninary(sp) bomb into the front window. There were several familes living in the house at the time and lost everything. Such was life in the Haight.

[hippietoad]

Those cops deserve the Barney Fife Award.

[TimothyLeary]

1090 Page St was part of the Good Earth Commune. They were bombed, yes the pigs bombed the house and let it burn down to the ground. Over a bycycle. They thought a nine month pregnant girl carried a bike up three flights of stairs so they came and demanded her to be turned over to them. When they were refused they fired a inceninary(sp) bomb into the front window. There were several familes living in the house at the time and lost everything. Such was life in the Haight. That' s funny I didn't know that, what I do know is that I spent 4 days there and had a great time, before the police raided the place and arrested me and put me in the back of a squad car then went back in looking for a run away girl. I was only about 17 at the time so I wasn't handcuffed somehow I twisted the metal cap that was where the arm should be to roll down the window , got it down, got out and drove a stolen car down to Big Sur to chill out. Never looked back so I don't know if the cops burned the place down afterward or not, but I remember it was around the time of "people's park".
We must be about the same age shameless, good times for sure and good to still be alive to tell about it.

[shameless_heifer]

I came to Haight in 66, I was 16, not a runaway from my parents, but away from an abusive husband. Life was quite different in the Haight back then, many wild times and experiences. I live a much quiter life now. Slow and easy on the farm.
Blessings.
SH

[THUDLY]

Are you sure you don't mean 1090 Haight Street? After I lost my apartment at 63 Octavia St., I briefly moved there in August of 1967 until I returned to PA. It was a notorious crash pad--30-40 people every night. It was bad news-- one day on the street I got the word that a bust was imminent. Usually I ignored all that paranoid bullshit, but I had a gut (ESP?) feeling the rumor was right, so that evening I bought a six-pack of Ranier Ale and sat across the street in Buena Vista Park (I think that was its name) and drank ale with some shady dude that said he was "connected", Mafia-wise, and discussed how there was a million-dollar contract on Joe Valachi. (Eventually, someone collected-- he was defenestrated from a hotel window while supposedly under police guard.)


But... I digress. Sure enough, about 6 police cars pulled up and hauled away about ten runaways or people that were holding. After the excitement was over, I went back and crashed on the floor-- it was cool then for another 2 weeks or so.

I remember it well-- I picked up my first (but definitly not the last) dose of clap there.

Ah, sweet memories.

[robspace2]

The real deal on 1090 Page is that the building was a beautifiul old Victorian that was owned by a relative of one of the members of Big Brother And The Holding Co.--The band got together and used the basement for a practice room-This is where Janis Joplin first started singing with the group-The rooms were rented out kinda like a boarding house but a little wilder!--I don't know why it was tore down-that's a shame as it held alot of history-Someone said the Airplane practiced there; no-they had their own place on Fulton St. up the road from Haight next to the park-The Grateful Dead also had a house in the Haight at that time-All three groups lived real close to each other-I first went to 1090 in 66"-for weed--as I was only 18; it was a real eye opener;so ta speak-

[shameless_heifer]

The bombing on page st. took place around 74 I belive.
Jefferson Airplane later moved their sound studio to Fell St on the otherside of the panhandle around 73' I think or 72', anyway they had commissioned the good earth to paint it, we painted it black with the huge pillers in front gold. We were right on the other side of the park from them, on Oak and Cole. By that time Gracie had lost her mind already.
There was another house on Page St that I stayed at. My ole man (Cliff) took me there. We had just been there a day when the pigs kicked in the door and drug me down to city prison on drug charges.
I was standing in the living room ironing a shirt, there was a knocking on the door, I asked who it was and the door came crashing in on me as I went to unlock it. I was 7 mos PG and by myself. They came in like gang busters, eight of them, with guns drawn. They started tearing through all the cubboards and closets, throwing everything on the floor yelling at me. I was freeking out covering up my pregant belly as they pointed their guns at me, I was 18.
They kept asking me questions about the people who lived there, I told them I had just moved in the place the day before and no one else was here but me, I told them my ole man and me just lived there..They took flour and salt from the kitchen and said it was drugs. I tried to tell them we had no drugs and that was cooking stuff. There was one dude that didn't have on a uniform that was saying, that I wasn't one of them. But they just handcuffed me and put me in the paddy wagon, a whole big paddy wagon, just for a 5'2" prego me scared out of her mind.
I heard them talking about a rip-off, apperently the dude without the uniform was an undercover narc and had made a deal for some big time drugs and he got ripped off there at that place on Page St. I just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. I spent 4 days in city prison, barefoot and up against some pretty rough women that did not like white hippie girls. They took my food and pushed me around making rude comments and calling me dirty names. I wanted out of there. I hadn't done anything, WTF was going on. Finely they they just released me, no charges, no court date, no nothing. I was thrown out of jail?!? Whatever, I was glad to be out. Now to track down the s.o.b ole man of mine and beat the shit from him for leaving me in a place like that.
sh

[robspace2]

I had a run in one time myself with the SF cops-Me and my girlfriend were drivin thru the park in my vw van-When we came to the end to go on the main st. out of the bushes jumps a bunch of cops with riot guns pointing at us-There had a guy raping women in that park and drove a van like mine and he looked like me-So ' after my girlfriend told them they had the wrong guy they put down the guns' ran a check on me and I had a couple outstanding traffic tickets-So they took me to jail-nice eh?-Lots of drag queens in there-very strange place-so' while I'm there they brought in the right guy- they caught him and he did look alot like me-I told him thanks asshole!and bailed out-ruined my day-nothin quite like shotguns pointed at your head by shaky city cops!-but then the next day was fine again! The End