Lots of CAPS there dude.
I tried to watch the director’s cut of the Woodstock movie not long ago. It was really bad. I wanted to watch it for the music, but it got boring quickly.
In a weird sort of way, Woodstock probably says more about the positive morals of the hippies' parents than the mud pie crowd would prefer to acknowledge. Having a quarter of a million people without a lot of food and water etc and virtually no police presence, but yet there were no major crimes reported sounds more like kids remembered the Golden Rule vs sex and drugs and rock and roll. In turn, the fires and riots of Woodstock 99 probably says more about the morals of the GenXers parents (many of whom were Boomers...) than the kids themselves.
(2016) Couple on iconic Woodstock album cover still rocking decades later: ‘It’s us. That’s who we are. Still’ -— https://nationalpost.com/news/world/couple-on-iconic-woodstock-album-cover-still-rocking-decades-later-its-us-thats-who-we-are-still
I find this interesting. It is nice they are still married as of this article.
Seeing the words “woodstock” and “Biblical” in one sentence is just plain weird.
Got there Friday night. Left Monday morning. Missed Hendrix. Everyone thought it was over. Had to walk five miles to get back to my car. Music was great. Some better some worse. Some the music was great but the show was mediocre. Others the opposite. The best ‘Performance ‘ was a group I’d never think I’d like... ‘Sly And The Family Stone’ put on quite a performance. The Who both had great music and a good on stage presence. I remember the Grateful Dead’s performance was sub par (from drugs? I’ve seen them before and after. They were much better other times). The Band was good but I had seen them in a much more intimate venue and they were better then. Janice Joplin was better when I saw her with big brother. All in all I spend a long time being wet and sitting on a muddy hillside. Slept in a friend’s hearse Friday night and in my own tent Saturday/Sunday.
That being said I’m surprised I remember that much.
It was a concert with bad plumbing.
Nothing more.
It was a bunch of college aged kids, from the largest generation in US history. This was a generation, mostly pampered by middle class parents, who had money for transportation, admission, and drugs.
For some reason, this same generation looks down on their children who were more pampered, more entitled, and more wealthy than their parents.
The whole thing was a selfish mess.
Too much is made of Woodstock. It was a disorganized mess of filth. Compare it to the better organized Atlanta Pop Festivals held in 1969 and 1970, yet you hear little about them in comparison.
My sister, the eldest, begged to go. My father forbade her. She rebelled anyway.
She went from Straight-A to Straight-F in one year. She did a few months of drugs, followed by decades of paranoid schizophrenia.