Strange. My dad was in Thailand when I was at Woodstock. I was kinda pissed he couldn't come along with me.
I had a friend who went to WS69. He said it was mostly a pain: got cold and wet, couldn't hear the music from far back, had to walk a long ways. But at least he could say he was there which might have been worth it. Not as cool but I went to the Chicago premier of the movie. Tripping. That was fun.
I didn't go. But if I lived in a past life in the 60's (which I'm beginning to suspect I did) I will have been there! Peace and love
Woodstock was crap from all accounts... it just got the media backing to pump it up so much in American pop culture.
Well, ofcourse... and I'm sure that it was a great festival... But... I highly, highly doubt that it deserves all the hype that it gets.
I had several friends who got away on time and made it. I had some late karma do deal with and got to ride out Hurricane Camille instead. They said the traffic was a bummer but the brotherhood was great once you got in.
I agree with Pavel. Although Woodstock did have a superb line-up of bands I think you can have as much fun on several nowadays festivals.
your right, just like anything in life woodstock would be what you made of it. if it rained and i was there (which obviously i wasnt because my mom was BORN in '61 in POLAND!! lmao) I would have probably got a tarp, huddled with my buds or did something "creative" to warm up :H. ya i know im talking out of my @ss... i dont know if it would be all that great but i think i would just try my best. anything that's worth doing takes effort.
brotherhood (and sisterhood) was right: it was all about the attitude. Some bands had crap sets (Grateful Dead, therefore mgmt didn't sign off for them to be on the film...Just Jerry and mar-i-juana) and some had little miracle sets...and what WAS the deal with Shanana? One friend was part of the ahem...security force... We chatted about this a couple years back and he said that it was about coming together and making the situation work...by doing work.
