Cautionary Tales with Tim Harford - The Angels, The Stones and The Dead

Episode Date: February 6, 2026

In the final days of the Sixties, The Rolling Stones join forces with other rock legends to plan a free concert at Altamont Speedway that will rival Woodstock. The "bad boys of rock" don't have the warmest relationship with the police, so they choose another option for security: The Hells Angels. They're both anti-establishment, they're both counterculture: what could possibly go wrong? See the show notes at timharford.comSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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the Intelligence and National Security podcast from Gollhanger. And we've just released a gripping new series investigating whether Epstein was linked to any spy agencies. And asking what those agencies might have known about him. Listen or watch now on Spotify, YouTube, or wherever you get your podcasts. Pushkin. The 1960s are mythologized as a decade of of peace and love. But peace and love definitely wasn't the vibe outside the Beatles' London offices. The genteel calm of Saville Row

was shattered by the unfamiliar rumble of powerful motorcycle engines. And sitting astride these souped-up Harley-Davidson's are a dozen American Hells Angels, pulling up at the Apple Records building well in time for the Beatles' 19-6. Christmas Party. George Harrison had met the bikers in LA.

Despite their fearsome reputation for violence, these angels seemed cordial enough. And since they were planning a European jaunt, Harrison offered to put them up in the Beatles' offices. In a stern memo to staff, the Beatles said, They may look as though they are going to do you in, but don't fear them or uptight them. Try to assist them without neglecting your Apple business.

and without letting them take control. By the time the guests assembled for the Christmas party, the bikers were fully ensconced in the building and very much in control. George Harrison wasn't there, but the other Beatles had brought their children along to enjoy magic shows and a ventriloquist act. What they got were hell's angels,

said to be drunk and stoned and high out of their minds. One guest lost his heart. three-year-old son and the confusion. The child was located, not on the knee of Santa Claus, but in the lap of an angel who was giving him gults of beer. The bikers were less agreeable with the adult party goers and quite prepared to do them in. What the fuck is going on in this place? screamed an angel called Frisco Pete at John Lennon. We want to eat. Aggrieved by a delay in serving food, the bikers became surly and aggressive, souring the holiday mood. The guest who pleaded for calm was punched.

Luckily for John Lennon, a 43-pound turkey, reputedly the largest available in all of Britain, was suddenly carried into the room. They ripped the turkey to pieces, said a witness, trampling young children underfoot to get to it. I've never seen anything like it. The Beatles had had their fill of these greasy guests and summoned George Harrison to evict them. His initial attempts to encourage their departure were perhaps too subtle.

Do you dig us, but don't you? They asked Harrison, confused. The so-called quiet beetle again couched his request that they depart in soothing spiritual terms to the continued. minute bafflement of the bikers. Exasperated, Harrison changed tack. You know, bugger off. The Apple employees in the room drew breath and waited for the fists to fly.

I'm Tim Harford, and you're listening to another cautionary tale. Just to be clear, in Britain, bugger off isn't the politest way to ask guests to leave, But perhaps the quaintness of this Britishism or George Harrison's soft Liverpoolian accent disarmed the Hell's Angels. Well, if you put it that way, George, said the Angels. In a way they roared up Savile Row. The Beatles had gotten off lightly, but they weren't alone in mistaking the Hell's Angels for harmless, lovable rogues. Many leading figures in the 60s counterculture. writers, actors, rock stars

courted the angels, thinking them allies in the war against the square world. Of all the cheerleaders in the music community for the Hells Angels, none were more influential than the Grateful Dead, those demigods of the San Francisco hippie scene. The Dead had played at a Hells Angels party back in 67,

and the bikers somewhat adopted. opted the band, and the power mysteriously failed at a subsequent gig. The angels stepped in to guard the generators and cabling. So on a trip to London, the Grateful Dead's manager waxed lyrical about the angels to none other than the Rolling Stones, how the bikers were a cost-effective and crucially cool alternative for policing concerts. He trusted those cats, man. remarked the Stones guitarist Keith Richards. It certainly planted an idea with the self-styled, bad boys of rock.

The Beatles and the Stones were firm friends. The two bands socialised together, appeared on each other's records, and were even considering merging their back office operations. It's rather odd then that the debacle of the Beatles' Christmas party hadn't made a bigger impression on Mick Jagger and his bandmates, warning them to steer well clear of the likes of Frisco Pete. You never saw a police force like it, said the Stones bass player Bill Wyman. Black leather suits studded to the eyeballs.

Nazi helmets, swastikas and crosses everywhere. It's a sweltering July day in London's Leafy Hyde Park. Indeed, it's so hot that the roadies can't keep the band's guitars in tune, and fans gathering for that afternoon's free gig are diving into the park's lake, a serpentine, to cool off. At least a quarter of a million young people are expected to swarm the venue, so 50 British Hells Angels have been recruited to act as what Wyman described as heavy men. They arrived, dreaded.

dressed like some greasy contingent of Himmler's SS. The swastical is out before the Nazis was even thought of, said one biker, defending his choice of attire. And it was a sign of peace. No one is truly buying the peaceful intentions of these tufts, though, and the Stone's head of security reads them the riot act. If any of the bikers have come for a brawl, he'll see them after the concert. and he'll be armed with a shotgun.

Despite the menacing appearance of this so-called leather militia, the event begins without a hitch. The bikers content themselves with guarding the Stones, many girlfriends and groupies, and occasionally aiding fans who've wilted in the heat. There are some hiccups, of course. But the Stones plan to release thousands of white butterflies to memorialise the loss of Brian Jones.

have found a member of the band who'd drowned in his pool just days earlier. Legend has it that a drunken biker fell on a box of these butterflies crushing the poor creatures inside. The Rolling Stones, by their own admission,

had played badly, out of tune and out of tempo. But the gig was still deemed a success. Mick Jagger, whose singing had been hobbled both by Arangitis and hay fever, said fans weren't that bothered by the quality of his performance anyway. It's an excuse, as well as a groove, for them to all come together to join hands and embrace each other. And things had indeed passed off peacefully, very peacefully.

There were virtually no arrests, and afterwards fans had enthusiastically gathered up their trash, having been promised free records for every three bags they collected. How much of this serenity was down to the hell's angels is debatable. London's parks have their own police force. These bobbies were monitoring the crowd closely, ready to move in at the first sign of trouble. The black-clad angels might have been fitting stage props to burnish the Rolling Stones' bad boy image,

but they certainly weren't replacing the actual cops. To their credit, the bikers hadn't started any trouble of their own, which, given the fearsome reputation of this outlaw motorcycle club, might surprise you. That's because the heavy men, enlisted by the Rolling Stones, weren't really Hell's Angels. The 50 bikers at Hyde Park were Ursats Hell's Angels, cosplayers in leather and Nazi stahlhelm's, a pale imitation of the angels in America.

Indeed, when Frisco Pete and his friends had ridden through London the previous winter, they'd been shocked to see locals with no affiliation to the club, sporting Hell's Angels badges. They decided to stamp out these counterfeiters by establishing official angel chapters and recruiting only bikers who met their particular standards of deportment, And what were these behavioral norms? The Rolling Stones would soon find out. Cautionary tales will return in a moment.

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covered this story. What did they miss the first time? The History Bureau, Putin and the apartment bombs. Listen on the BBC app or wherever you get your podcasts. The origins of the Hells, Angels Motorcycle Club are disputed, but it's broadly accepted the seeds were sown in California by returning World War II veterans, often riding Army Surplus Harley Davidson. groups of riders formed and amalgamated, with chapters of the Hells Angels gradually being established across America. By the mid-1960s,

the angels were attracting national attention, and for all the wrong reasons. Bill Ray, a photojournalist with the magazine Life, hitched a ride with them. They always had plenty of money for gas and beer. Their money had to come from somewhere, but none of them ever worked. The FBI was pretty sure these rebels funded their lifestyle through drug dealing, extortion,

and a raft of other nefarious activities. Then there was their propensity for violence. Ray saw the angels he had befriended, beat the holy hell out of a rival gang. He said the uncompromising message to outsiders, Get out of the way or go to hell. Since the angels enthusiastically embraced drugs and just as enthusiastically rejected middle-class Mores, the beatniks, heads and hippies of the burgeoning 1960s counterculture

assumed these bikers were kindred spirits. The celebrities of the beat world, poet Alan Ginsberg, writer Ken Kesey and LSD advocate Timothy Leary even broke bread with the angels, dropping acid with them. smoking dope and listening to the stones on a hi-fi together. In fact, there's a lyric from the Rolling Stones hit Sympathy for the Devil, which neatly articulates the belief that such outlaws were actually heroes,

standing up against the corruption and hypocrisy of mainstream society. Just as every cop is a criminal begins one verse, and all the sinners saints. When 15,000 anti-war demonstrators streamed down Berkeley's Telegraph Avenue, they reasonably thought the authorities would be their sole adversaries. The march was supposed to end at the Oakland Army Terminal, where men and material were being shipped off to the unpopular war in Vietnam, but the activists were halted by a phalanx of riot police.

The leaders of the march went forward to confer with the police, chief when out of nowhere a dozen or more hell's angels assaulted them. Craters, communists, yelled the vikers, followed by more punches and shouts of America first, America for Americans. The police sprang to the defence of the bewildered protesters, arresting several angels. Licking their wounds, the activists simply couldn't comprehend what had just gone down. The writer Hunter S. Thompson was at the demo, working on a book all about the Angels. He witnessed the incredulity of the marchers.

Surely the bikers should be on our side. The Angels had to be won over, went their logic. So Alan Ginsberg was sent to open the talks. According to Thompson, the swastikas worn by the bikers were a worrying sign of their real allegiance. The Angels' collective viewpoint has always been fascistic. They had the same kind of retrograde patriotism that motivates the Ku Klux Klan and the American Nazi Party. The Angels weren't just supportive of the war in Vietnam, they were willing to enter the fray. Sonny Barger, the de facto leader of the bikers, sent a telegram to President Johnson,

suggesting his gang be dropped behind enemy lines to terrorize the Viet Cong. So Ginsburg's peace mission went about as badly as you'd expect. At one point, the poet even told the biker chieftain that he loved him. Sonny didn't know what the hell to say, laughed a fellow angel. The angels weren't won over to support the peace protesters, but nor did they stage any more violent counter-demos. Sunny Barger said, cracking the skulls of the un-American marchers.

Would only produce sympathy for this mob of traitors. That's a pretty clear declaration of the angels' position, but Hunter S. Thompson said some in the counterculture still saw this as a sign that the angels were gradually coming round to the hippie point of view. We often find it hard to distinguish between what is true and what we wish were true, and it can have a decidedly detrimental effect on our lives. Colloquially, we call it wishful thinking, but really it's a bias, the desirability bias,

and it's been measured in several studies. The behavioural economist Guy Mayras once recruited a bunch of ordinary people and randomly assigned them to imagine themselves to be farmers or bakers. They were shown a graph and told it was the historical fluctuations of wheat prices. Then they were asked to predict the future price of wheat. Would it go up or would it go down? They'd be rewarded if their predictions came true and, in addition, the so-called farmers would get extra payment if wheat prices went up,

while the bakers got extra cash if wheat prices fell. In this experiment, the incentive is to make the most accurate prediction that you can, and meanwhile, hope that the wheat price moves up if you're playing a farmer and down if you're playing a baker. And yet, from exactly the same data, the pretend bakers predicted a dip in the cost of wheat, and the pretend farmers forecast a rise. Both sides predicted what they wanted to happen, wishful thinking in its purest form. The desirability bias appears in politics too, of course. In 2016, a team of psychologists studied groups of American voters. Some were Trump supporters, who doubted their man would actually win, while others backed Hillary Clinton,

but also thought sheared lose. These voters were then shown polling data that indeed had bad news about their candidates' chances, but also some indications that they might win. The psychologists found that the Clinton voters suddenly felt Hillary was more likely to take the White House. Of course, on the same data, the Trump supporters were now convinced that he would claim victory too. Both groups had assimilated the good news into their new prediction of the election, their favoured outcome, but ignored the bad. In 1969, the Stones and the Dead were also ignoring the bad news about the hell. Hell's Angels, and there was plenty of it. Perhaps they didn't believe the corporate newspapers and their square reporters.

Of course, mainstream society would demonise the Angels, because the Angels, just like the counterculture, rejected the mainstream. But what of the violence at the Berkeley War March? And Hunter S. Thompson's book, setting out the biker's troubling politics and behavior. its publication had made Thompson a national celebrity, and he went on numerous TV shows to talk frankly about his two years living with the angels. The postscript to that book alone should have given anyone pause for thought about the biker gang. I pushed my look a little too far, and got badly stomped by four or five angels.

Are these really the sort of people that the Grateful Dead and the Rolling Stones want to, doing their concert security? It seems a sure-fire recipe for indiscriminate violence. The dead's Jerry Garcia was especially fond of the angels, praising their straightforwardness. They're brutal, but their brutality is really only honesty. I'm reminded of a viral tweet from 2015

by author Adrian Bott. It goes, I never thought leopards would eat my face, sobs woman who voted for the leopards eating people's faces party. The Rolling Stones' US tour of late 1969 was a roaring success, not to mention a money spinner. Audiences were pleased to see the band who hadn't played America in years,

but reporters repeatedly grumbled about the steep ticket prices. Perhaps stung by these insinuations of greed, but also motivated by a regret that they had not played woodstock that summer, the stones were plotting a free show, a woodstock of the West, to end their time in America. The Grateful Dead would be on the bill, and they suggested the venue be San Francisco's Golden Gate Park. Unfortunately, the Dead announced the concert, without asking the city authorities, nor checking if any other events clashed with the proposed gig. They did.

A big football game was scheduled, so Golden Gate Park, with its amenities, police department and transport links, was off the table. With time ticking, a racing circuit a few miles north of the city was booked, and the Stone's roadies began hurriedly constructing a stage. But even as they hammered away, the deal with the track's owners was falling apart. With some concert goers already en route to the free show,

the price for using the raceway was suddenly jacked up. So a frantic search began for a replacement. Hearing of the Stone's predicament, the proprietor of another race circuit called with an offer. He'd happily host the festival. The publicity would benefit his venue. and the Altamont Speedway definitely needed some good press. Though only an hour or so inland from San Francisco, it was a world away.

While San Francisco was lush and picturesque, Altamont was dry and barren. While the city was humming with hippy good vibes, Altamont was a rural and conservative backwater. There were no decent transport links, too few parking spaces. and certainly not enough bathrooms for 300,000 music fans. But still, the roadies tore up their original stage and trucked it to Altamont. As they assembled it again, a new problem presented itself. At the first racetrack, this stage had been at the top of a slope.

At Altamont, they had to build it at the foot of an incline. A general rule is that this is. unwise, since gravity pushes crowds downhill and hard up against the stage. If you have no other choice, then a high stage helps prevent fans invading the performance space, but the stage they'd brought with them was just three feet high. None of this was ideal, but geography was acting against the stones in a far more sinister way. At the suggestion of the grateful dead, they'd agreed to have the Hell's Angels act as security. At the other proposed venues, these angels would have been recruited from chapters well known to the dead and trusted by them. But Altamont was in the East

Bay, and the East Bay was very much the territory of the Hells Angels ruled by one Sunny Barger. Cautionary tales will be back in a moment. Canadian women are looking for more, more out of themselves, their businesses, their elected leaders, and the world are around them. And that's why we're thrilled to introduce the Honest Talk podcast. I'm Jennifer Stewart. And I'm Catherine Clark. And in this podcast, we interview Canada's most inspiring women. Entrepreneurs, artists, athletes, politicians, and newsmakers, all at different stages of their journey.

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And asking what those agents are. agencies might have known about him. Listen or watch now on Spotify, YouTube, or wherever you get your podcasts. With the aid of some chemical stimulation, the roadies finished the Altamont stage as December the 6th dawned. A sound system was also rigged together, using bits and bobs from each of the acts appearing. It wasn't great, but it worked. Just.

Volunteers had been frantically tied to. dying great banners to decorate the stage. But nothing could bring much colour or cheer to the dismal raceway. If attendees were hoping for a repeat of the good vibes and togetherness of that summer's woodstock, they were in for a rude awakening. It was only after most of the other concert goers had assembled that around a hundred hell's angels rode in. They drove through the throng and parked their bite.

in front of the low stage. This crowded real estate would become a flashpoint, as fans flowed down the slope jostling to hear and see better. They'd swamped this area, banging into and knocking over the prized Harley Davidson's of the Angels. There remains much dispute about the actual deal brokered with Sunny Barger and his bikers. The accepted story is that they were offered $500 worth of beer

to guard the stage, the equipment and the performers. The bikers said they merely agreed to sit on the stage, drink beer, and look menacing, and spat on the idea that they were there to police anyone. But Grace Slick, whose band Jefferson Airplane were playing, was clear what she expected of the bikers. People get weird and you need people. like the angels to keep them in line. And people got weird, very weird, almost as soon as the music began.

Keith Richards had been at the site all night, going ahead of his fellow Rolling Stones. To him, Altamont resembled Dante's vision of hell. It was a descent to caveman level, thanks to Sunny Barger and his lot, and bad red wine and bad acid. Out of their minds, some hippies stripped naked and clambered over the stage, the angels and their bikes. Santana was the first band to play,

and knives were drawn and blood spilled before their opening song was done. Jefferson Airplane followed, and now the Hell's Angels flailed at the crowd with the fat ends of pool cues, cracking skulls. Marty Bailin of Jefferson Airplay had had enough of the unfolding savagery. Seeing angels assaulting yet another music fan,

Balin threw his tambourine at the attackers. A biker, known as animal, punched Bailen, knocking him out. Coming to his senses, Bailin leapt down from the stage to intervene once again in the brawling. Fists and pool cues were flying. Grace Slick pleaded into her microphone. No, no, stop it.

Please be kind. Please, be kind. Grace didn't have her contact lenses in, so to her, the violent melee in the front row was just a nightmarish blur. You've got to keep your bodies off each other, unless you intend love. She told the brawlers as one by one her bandmate stopped playing and took refuge behind the drum kit. Animal approached Marty Bailin, apologising for punching him, but recommending he show the Hells Angels more respect in future. Fuck you! replied the musician. Animal knocked Benin out again.

The Flying Burrito Brothers came next. Then, Crosby Stills, Nash and Young. During their set, Stephen Stills was stabbed in the leg by an angel armed with a sharpened wheel spoke. Still's bandmate, David Crosby, was unsurprised by this turn of events. Unlike his fellow musicians, Crosby seemed clear-eyed about the bikers. If you don't want the tiger to eat your life, lunch guests, don't invite the fucking tiger to lunch.

But where were the people who'd suggested inviting the tiger? The Grateful Dead had just helicoptered in, and crossing the sight, they'd noticed many unfamiliar, unfriendly faces among the hell's angels. Hearing of the unfolding violence and noting the sour mood, they agreed, this isn't a place for us. scurried back to the helipad. This left a gap in the schedule. Most of the Rolling Stones had flown in,

with Mick Jagger taking a punch from a drugged-up giggoer moments after their arrival. But Bill Wyman missed the flight. So Altamont endured an increasingly tense hiatus until he arrived. It was cold and inkily black when the Stones is set finally began, under blood-red stage lights.

Jump-in' Jack Flash was followed by Carol, then sympathy for the devil, but scuffles that had started even before their show began intensified. Jagger stopped singing. Sisters, why are we fighting? The singer then encouraged the steadily encroaching fans to instead sit down.

Thinking he'd calmed tensions, the song resumed. The stage still bristled with angels who criss-crossed in front of Jagger at will, jumping into the crowd as the mood took them to dole out more beatings. Then, during, under my thumb, a disturbance erupted to Jagger's left

in a section of the crowd illuminated by the stage lights. A thin, rangy teenager in a lime-green suit is surrounded by bikers. A revolver glints in his hand, the blade of a large knife in the hand of an angel. The 18-year-old, Meredith Hunter, came off worse in the encounter. The knife plunged into his neck and back five times

before his crumpled body was stomped on by more bikers. He died before a chopper taking him to hospital could take off. Keith Richards vowed that the stones would split. If those cats don't stop beating everyone in sight. But the show went on under the increasingly hostile glares of Sunny Barger and his men. Finally, a helicopter pilot approached bassist Bill Wyman. His was the last flight out, he explained. And the stones better get aboard now if they wanted to escape.

In a scene reminiscent of the Vietnam War, the stones and their entourage fled. We piled in on top of each other. It couldn't even lift off, that's how full it was. Back in their hotel, the enormity of what had just occurred was dawning on the band. Mick Jagger was said to be blaming himself and even suggested quitting rock and roll altogether. Heath Richards wasn't so sure. The dead should have known. The angels should have. shouldn't have been asked to do the job. But Richards thought the fans at Altamont shared the blame too.

People were just asking for it. All those nude, fat people just asking for it. But the music press knew who to blame and was excoriating. Rolling Stone, a magazine named in honour of the band, said Altamont had been, the product of diabolical egotism, ineptitude, and a fundamental lack of concern for humanity. The magazine said of the stones,

A man died before their eyes. Do they give a shit? But Mick and the boys had more to worry about them their reputation. Sunny Barger was deeply unhappy with them too. He called a radio phone in show. and angrily ranted. Mc Jagger put it all on us. He used us for dupes, man.

One angel was arrested for the murder of Meredith Hunter, but was controversially cleared by a jury. The white angel had acted in self-defense, they decided, when confronted by the armed black teen. Sunny Barger and his bikers felt that what with legal fees and reputational damage, Mick Jagger owed them $50,000, and rumours swirled that until this debt was paid,

a contract was out on Jagger's life. Unsurprisingly, the stones began to look over their shoulders. Backstage, Roadies carried their union cards so no assassin could slip in amongst them. The band also shunned hotel room service for fear of poignant. and they checked in under assumed names. Keith Richards liked the alias... Count Zigginpus.

Sunny Barger, who incidentally spent 13 years in prison for various crimes, but beat a murder rap, was more coy about the feud. If there was a contract out on McJagger, then he'd be dead. It's that simple. He wouldn't still be singing. Flying home to London, Keith Richards tried to tamp down the criticism over Altamont, telling reporters the gig had been well-organised, but...

A few tempers got frayed. Coming as it did in the dying days of the 1960s, Altamont is often portrayed as the death knell of the decade. Altamont was the end of Rock's innocence, said one San Francisco paper. It's certainly an argument. and one still hotly disputed. But Altamont definitely changed the stones. Mick Jagger and the band had a rocky relationship with the police.

Prior to Altamont, the singer had even faced the prospect of a prison sentence on trumped-up drugs charges. This might well explain his interest in having the Angels police his gigs. But the killing at Altamont changed that. He moodily said, I'd rather have had the cops. Key sources for this episode include Hell's Angels by Hunter S. Thompson, Keith Richards on Keith Richards,

edited by Sean Egan, and the Stone's memoirs, Life by Keith Richards, and Stone Alone by Bill Wyman. For a full list of our sources, visit timharford.com. Cautionary Tales is written by me, Tim Harford, with Andrew Wright, Alice Fines, and Ryan Dilley.

It's produced by, Georgia Mills and Marilyn Rust. The sound design and original music are the work of Pascal Wise. Additional sound design is by Carlos San Juan at Brain Audio. Ben Nadaf Haffrey edited the scripts. The show features the voice talents of Genevieve Gourndt, Melanie Guthridge, Stella Harford, Oliver Hembra, Sarah Jop, Marseille Monroe, Jamal Westman and Rufus Wright.

The show also wouldn't have been possible without the work of Jacob Weisberg, Greta Cohn, Sarah Nix, Eric Sandler, Carrie Brody, Christina Sullivan, Keiraposey and Owen Miller. Cautionary Tales is a production of Pushkin Industries. It's recorded at Wardor Studios in London by Noria Bar and Lucy Row. If you like the show, please remember to share, rate and review. It really makes a difference to us. And if you want to hear the show ad-free, sign up to Pushkin Plus on the show page on Apple Podcasts. or at pushkin.fm slash plus.

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