Im just curious of how many of yall went to the woodstock festival in 69? IT sounded great..... Like over 500,000 people and mud haha hehe peace chickens
well, i am great friends with a lady who has! she said she passed out because she was on so many different drugs and cant remember half the whole damn festival. then she said she remembers waking up once and seeing jimi hendrix jammin away. then she slipped back into her head exploding death. she is pretty sharp nowadays though.
I came,I saw,I partied. Well, I came upon a child of God He was walking along the road And I asked him, tell me, where are you going This he told me: Said, I'm going down to Yasgur's farm Gonna join in a rock and roll band Got to get back to the land And set my soul free We are stardust Stardust We are golden We are billion-year-old carbon Golden And we got to get ourselves Back to the garden Well then, can I walk beside you? I have come to lose the smog And I feel myself a cog In something turning And maybe it's the time of year Yes, and maybe it's the time of man And I don't know who I am But life is for learning By the time we got to Woodstock We were half a million strong And everywhere was a song And a celebration And I dreamed I saw the bomber jet planes Riding shotgun in the sky Turning into butterflies Above our nation We are stardust Stardust We are golden We are caught in the devil's bargain Golden And we got to get ourselves Back to the garden J.Mitchell
I posted this in Flashbacks Forum a few days ago: Hey Guys! Yes, I was there. I went up from NYC with some friends, an oz of dope, lots of acid, and a case of wine. We got stuck in the parking lot that was the highway, and walked to the gate. We got there just in time to see the mob push the fence down and get the whole thing declared a "Free Concert". After that, it was probably the best trip that I've ever had. I remember crawling out of the tent at dawn to hear Gracey Slick on the speakers calling for some "Morning Maniac Music" and the 10 tabs of acid I had just put under my tongue kicked in like you wouldn't believe. The rain was good... most of us Freaks really loved it. It made the banks by the pond all slick and we had a blast sliding down the mud on our bare asses and into the water. I helped at the Hog Farm's food shack, made some friends and went home to Taos, NM with them. Jimmy made a true ego mistake by demanding that he go on last. Mostly everyone was gone by then and he played to a field of debris with very few people. If you look closely at the video you were speaking of... you'll see a lone girl standing with her arms on the stage at the bottom right as Jimmy was playing... that's me. A bunch of us picked up the trash, and away to NM I went.
damn! that's heavy! wish I was there man...I'm gonna watch at my dvd right bout now so i can see you...damn,damn...some groovy shit! peace!
Oh, ja, I was there. Some I remember, some I don't. Much I do. Some of the time I was swimming in that mucky pond, some times I was up at the Hog Farm kitchen cuttin' up veggies, some times I was off in some tent havin' some kind of fun . . . ;-) We rode out from Boulder in this crazy psychedelic van - Vince's van - it broke down around Toledo and all us mountain folk piled out. This nice farmer told us we could park in his drive and fix the van but then this sheriff came round and told us that 2 of us could stay with the van and the rest of us to "start walkin'". So we got separated and hitched the rest of the way. We got stopped quite a few times in that van - talk about a target! It was a really powerful experience. I suppose some things could've been done better but really, it didn't matter. It was what it was. Woodstock was a great reflection of the times and I wouldn't have changed a thing about it. We all *knew* it was a moment in time unparalled; we just *knew* in our hearts that we were all participating in a some magical, momentous phenomena. The magic and the beauty of the energy was like nothing any of us had ever experienced before. There just *are* no words. I was the Goodwoman who had Wheatgerm's medicine - if you saw the movie, you would've heard that announcement. To be there with so many of our rock "heros" in one place was feeling blessed and to feel the connection of so many like-minded souls in one place is indescribable - it was so unbelievably and beautifully powerful. The music, of course, was amazing. Just amazing. It was hard to get through all the people to get up to the vendors for food and to get to the port-a-pots but that was such a minor thing. Besides, who wanted to give up their choice spot for that? If you could walk. Some folks peed right where they were. No big deal! And inspite of what you hear, not everyone was drugged out of their mind. Lots of folks weren't. We stayed after to help clean up. If you've got a copy of the old LIFE magazine from Woodstock you'll see me with Janice, Roach, and Wheatgerm. Janice has her bright serape over her shoulder - we're wee tiny figures but you can see us. It felt good to help out. I still have a pair of shoes I found in the mud while cleaning up. When we finally left we headed on back to Boulder and Nederland - stopped off at a couple of colleges along the way to get some money together. Kids just flocked to us, in awe, as they asked our mud spattered selves if we were at Woodstock. I remember one guy - straight looking as they come - who approached me and confided how much he wished he had been there. How much he really identified with us but he was almost finished with school, was already married and oh you know . . . I've always wondered whatever became of him. And then we were home again in Colorado and back with our STP Family.
