Woodstock Stories

We’d love to hear about your Woodstock experiences. Please tell your story here. Just register by clicking on this link and you’ll be able to write your story complete with pictures, videos or whatever you would like to add. Feel free to Contact Us if you have any suggestions for the site.

Of course if you have anything else you’d like to share about the Woodstock experience… even if you weren’t there… we’d love to hear it.

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2 Responses to “Woodstock Stories”

  1. July 18, 2009 at 1:52 pm #

    We decided to go 2 days before the festival.My girlfriend borrowed her brothers VW bus and off we went from Sarasota…we were 17.They had opened the gates by the time we arrived and it was like the Pied Piper,hundreds of people walking towards the grounds.(we parked a mile away)It already felt magical and we weren’t even there yet.We made it to the top of the hill and managed to get food before mass chaos erupted at the booths.Looking out across the acres of people,dancing,singing,smoking,drinking,naked,clothed was so overwhelming I don’t even remember who was on stage. As the darkness rolled in,…it started to rain…

    I think back on the days that followed, the involuntary invasion of color, sound,delight,frustration,all swirling around me and tickling like a dust devil…. the free stage,the Hog farm,the mud,the helicopters,the sunrise,the mud,the port-a-potties,oh…did I mention the mud?
    To all of you wonderful BRAVE souls out there who actually found their 2 square feet of space smack dab in front of the stage and stayed there….my hat is off to you.You WERE Woodstock.I just attended.

  2. July 19, 2009 at 7:52 am #

    Nice story. Thanks for sharing. Was that Sarasota Florida or Sarasota New York Alientrouble?