Back to Woodstock
In Aug '69 I was working in our airport coffee shop in Broome County, NY waiting to go back and finish my senior year in college. It's a VERY small airport and usually in the evening there wasn't much business. That Friday we started getting an influx of what could only be described as 'hippies'. They drifted into the coffee shop looking for directions to Woodstock and then drifted out into the night never to be seen again - hope they made it. At the same time my brother, who had just finished his freshman year in college, asked my parents if he and some buddies could go to a concert they heard about 'down the road a bit'. They piled into the station wagon and got as far as they could until the road closed, then they walked. They got home a few days later covered in mud with some wild stories (none of which they shared with my parents of cours). Can't help but think it made an impression on him. Today he is a musician and composer strongly influenced by the music that was playing that weekend.
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