Comments on: Woodstock Stories http://www.woodstock-memories.com/woodstock-music-festival/woodstock-stories We've got to get ourselves back to the garden. Sat, 05 Jun 2010 22:09:31 -0600 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.8.4 hourly 1 By: admin http://www.woodstock-memories.com/woodstock-music-festival/woodstock-stories/comment-page-1#comment-6 admin Sun, 19 Jul 2009 12:52:08 +0000 http://www.woodstock-memories.com/?p=89#comment-6 Nice story. Thanks for sharing. Was that Sarasota Florida or Sarasota New York Alientrouble? Nice story. Thanks for sharing. Was that Sarasota Florida or Sarasota New York Alientrouble?

]]> By: alientrouble http://www.woodstock-memories.com/woodstock-music-festival/woodstock-stories/comment-page-1#comment-5 alientrouble Sat, 18 Jul 2009 18:52:03 +0000 http://www.woodstock-memories.com/?p=89#comment-5 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. 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.

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