She reversed direction, though, when she met a petite, red-haired singer of blues and folk music, and joined her and her band on their East Coast tour, finally arriving at Woodstock in August of ‘69. The affair was intense, but it ended when Jane—Rhiannon—crossed paths with a tall black musician who played wicked electric guitar and made love to her in the same manner as he did to his Fender Strat.
Another stroke of bad luck, because both he and the singer were heavy into the drug scene. Why did all the people she was attracted to prefer doing drugs to doing her?
She left Woodstock as soon as the festival ended and resumed her trek to the West Coast. San Francisco seemed to call to her, and she was looking forward to wearing flowers in her hair.
Once there she became a groupie to a psychedelic rock group that had been banned from variety television. The lead singer flirted with her and promised he’d write a song for her.