Selena_Kitt
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I was so jealous of the older kids in school.
As soon as the parents got wind of the mass
migration to Woodstock, they all clamped down.
I was fourteen. So I had to wait for the movie
and brave the city by myself, to find the theatre.
Thanks for the trip down memory lane!
Hmmm . . . I was then but not there. He was there but only partially, I guess. Whatever happened to Joe, anyway?
Someone sent this.
They obviously thought I needed a laugh. I admit, I did. A lot.
But...who's April?![]()
My 60s were more Peter, Paul, and Mary and Simon and Garfunkle. I sang backup for Ian and Sylvia at the Celler Door in D.C. in those years--but never thought they'd ever become A-listers in Folk.
That's how I hear songs! That's funny. I remember that one, don't remember April
As Ian would say, "Speaking of memories, here's one..."
YouTube - Ian and Sylvia Tyson w Emmylou etc Four Strong Winds life
DC has its clubs. The best I've heard; Eva Cassidy at Blues Alley. Maybe you've been there...
YouTube - Eva Cassidy Fields Of Gold @ Blues Alley 1996 (Montage) (((Stereo)))
I didn't go either but had both Lps and a copy of the concerts on VHS
"Oh liver" he screams, and falls down, lol.
In the great tradition of Rock and Roll singers from Britain, Ozzy Osbourne and Mick Jagger spring to mind as being almost impossible to understand - although Ozzy's fine when he sings, he just can't talk.
"If you remember the sixties, you weren't there."
-R. Crumb
The era is one more in a long list of examples of the susceptibility of humans to mass delusion. I blow lunch in disgust everytime I run across some phoney dumbass reformed hippie, now journalist/politician/businessman/perfessor.
Fortunately, I do remember the sixties. Woodstock would have been the last place on earth I would ever have wanted to be— I've always hated crowds. Throw in a lot of mud, a bunch of addle-brained druggies, near-anarchy, a mob of faddish, trendy hippies and you're very close to my definition of hell. The music was swell; it was better when heard in the comfort of home or a theater.
One guy at my school made it to Woodstock; that made him a minor celebrity ( briefly ). He turned out to be one of a myriad of folk who went into the sixties— and never quite managed to make it back out.
I was so jealous of the older kids in school.
As soon as the parents got wind of the mass
migration to Woodstock, they all clamped down.
I was fourteen. So I had to wait for the movie
and brave the city by myself, to find the theatre.
Thanks for the trip down memory lane!
Correct. Woodstock was really a very minor occurrence during the Sixties. There were, literally, thousands of events of infinitely more importance, such as assassinations, Viet Nam, The Bay of Pigs, and many more, too numerous and well-known to list here.