It was about 5:30 yesterday afternoon, 40 years after the actually concert took place. It was only happenstance I discovered my little house was about a 40 mile drive from the actual site… (I admit, until last night I had no idea that the Woodstock happened in a place called Bethel Woods…and not actually Woodstock, NY. Did you?) What luck?!
Nowadays, there’s very, very little about the original location that resembles the free-loving, mud infested festival site, but boy is it still cool.
The best part was…the evening of music. The great Arlo Guthrie performing with, as he said, “the biggest band” – a 75-piece orchestra in fact. The Boston Pops.
I’d just been wandering through the Woodstock museum and hearing clips of Arlo crooning “Coming to Los Angeles”, which, when he performed last night, was pretty freaking cool accompanied by one of the greatest orchestras of our time.
I’d just been wandering through the Woodstock museum and hearing clips of Arlo crooning “Coming to Los Angeles”, which, when he performed last night, was pretty freaking cool accompanied by one of the greatest orchestras of our time.
The only disappointment, I admit, was that he didn’t do Alice’ Restaurant.
Growing up near Boston, it was a tradition to watch it every single Thanksgiving, and, I was fully planning to show off by singing every single word by heart. But since I just read that the song sometimes goes on for as long as 45 minutes, now I know why he didn’t do it. I’ll have to visit him, then, on YouTube.
The rain came down like crazy. The girl behind the ticket counter predicted it. She said “it’s the curse of Woodstock”. Curse or tradition?
The rain came down like crazy. The girl behind the ticket counter predicted it. She said “it’s the curse of Woodstock”. Curse or tradition?
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