As if I needed any help, learning that today is the 48th anniversary of the start of what became known as the Woodstock Arts And Music Festival has me feeling a little more like a senior than I’d like.
I remember as a kid hearing about the rock ‘n roll, mud, and drug-fest in upstate New York while it was going on.
Then when the album set came out the next year, it was a must hear for we teens if only because of the foul language captured on the albums.
There was some really good music on the set as well.
I think it’s unlikely that an event of that magnitude could take place today because no one would want to face the liability risk and the astronomical cost of enough good acts to perform for 3 or 4 days.
Coming as the Woodstock festival did at the height of anti-vietnam war protests and racial unrest, the festival provided those who said they wanted love and peace a platform to promote their cause.
And provided lots of older adults with certainty that the younger generation was going to hell in a hand basket.
That’s the way I see it.