Woodstock 1969

“If” this was August, 1969...and...

“If” you opposed the Vietnam War,

embraced the sexual revolution,

'experienced' psychedelic  rock,

and reeked of incense.....

(that’s a lot of “Ifs”)...

you would be in bed today...crashed...dead tired...

after 3 days at Woodstock.

You would also be in need of an EXTRA looooong shower...

and a scrub brush to clean those dirty feet.

(No “Ifs” about that.)

Woodstock...August 15-18, 1969

was billed as "3 days of Peace and Music"...and remarkably it was...just that.

A Love Fest in the mud, muck, and mire...that actually rolled into Day Four.

 

Woodstock,

where a half a million people descended on Max Yasgur’s 600 acre farm in Bethel, New York

and peacefully gathered to commune with each other and experience live music.

Can you dig it?

Trivia Question for you: (If you answer correctly, you get to keep reading my blog)...

Who was the last musician to play at Woodstock?

Woodstock,

where everything flowed...love, long hair, peasant blouses, and that 8-letter word...

pot...I mean, cannabis.

Woodstock,

Make Love NOT War.

Can you imagine a FREE concert today...of 500,000 people camping out in ankle deep mud for 3 days?

A few things could have helped Woodstock......

Better weather...altho the rain didn’t dampen spirits...just added to the squishy experience.

More latrines.  Any extras are a plus with 500,000 people..

 iPhones...to find your lost friends...and to call mom to let her know you were okay.

Anywhoooooo..........

Back in 1969...I was too young to attend a 3 day hippie concert, unless my square parents brought me.

But if I was of age...I would NOT have gone to Woodstock...

...the thought of thousands of hippies scared the bejeesus out of me...

Actually the thought of ONE hippie scared the mood ring off me.

I’m not entirely sure why I was such a fraidyKat of such peace-loving individuals.

Maybe it was their hippie look....maybe it was their drugs...maybe it was their hippie drugged look.

Or maybe yet...my parents convinced me that the hippie subculture was too counterculture.

So...where have all the hippies gone?

I'm guessing most went to college, married, and are still working for the man...

(hopefully they wear love beads and tie-dye underwear...under their work clothes.)

Where have all the flowers gone?

........the answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind.

...............the answer is blowing in the wind.

                     .........the answer to my trivia question is: Jimi Hendrix

Keep On...Truckin'....and Reading my blog, Man.