Greetings ~
The thought of the Woodstock Festival in 1969. Nearly half a million people trying to find a spot outdoors to take a pee. Mud, rain and very little food. But plenty of drugs and music.
I was at the age in 1969 and could have gone. I was a drummer in three bands at the time and managed two others. I even had the long hair and sideburns. But there was a reason I didn't go. I didn't want to spend a weekend with a bunch of people without showers and soft beds. Plus I remember that was the weekend I had to trim my fingernails and I wasn't about to miss that. So I stayed home.
But for the young people who did attend, everyone had a good time. And there was no violence or problems of that nature. I guess when you drug up a bunch of teenagers and young adults enough, they can't commit crimes.
Many performers showed up and did their thing on stage and many of them have died from overdoses since. Yeah, I know, I'm stuck on the drug scene. But it was promoted as the summer of drugs! Oh, wait, Summer of love, that's it!
But, if you remember Woodstock or maybe was an attendee, you should enjoy seeing the pictures here on this blog. Maybe your in one or two of them. Hopefully if you are, your one of those with their clothes on. But if your still a hippie around the age of 70 today, you probably don't care anyway. Or maybe your mind is shot from all those drugs.
