The event as it unfolded sucked. Yet the idea or theme behind the event, aided by the media, morphed into being an undeserved iconic symbol of the 1960’s. Yet those of us who have lost our youth, nostalgia, real or imagined, becomes something to hang on to ease the reality of growing old.
Objects in the mirror are worse than they appear.
Unless that is all you can see.
There was a movie called “The Grand Tour” about a guy that turned out having guests in his small hotel that were from the future, going back in time to witness catastrophies as they happened.
I have to admit that if I could go back in time for the express purpose of witnessing past events as they happened, Woodstock would be an interesting one.