OOC:Backstage at Woodstock, 1969

[Honey_B]

Sex, drugs, and rock & roll...

The Woodstock Music and Art Fair was held in a farmer's field near Bethel, N.Y. on August 15 - 17, 1969. 500,000 people showed up for one of the biggest parties in history, putting an exclamation point on the summer of love. Hippies, feminists, anti-war protestors, black militants, and lots of people just there to listen to the music came to the festival.

And what music it was. The talent at the festival included: Jimi Hendrix, The Who, Janis Joplin, Jefferson Airplane, Joe Cocker, Santana... The list goes on and on and on (See below for a more complete listing).

The cast of characters to choose from is as endlessly varied as the sixties. For this thread, I'd like to have an eclectic mix of the famous and not-so-famous, male & female.

For myself, I shall play a 30 year old, repressed teacher from the small town of Bethel, N.Y. She's going to get her first taste of the counter-culture.

So pick a character, pass the mushrooms, and let's kick off the sexual revolution! I'll get the thread underway in a day or so.

Musicians at Woodstock

 

[tmuyo]

ashbury

"ashbury"
6'0"
brown hair
green eyes
decent build

a guru among the hippie kind. can get you the best drugs and girls or at least get himself everything he wants. he doesn't really have any political views, he's just in it for the lifestyle. seems to attract the girls in more numbers than most guys would prefer.

 

[Honey_B]

And the moon is in the second house... Whoops! A little early to be singing about the age of Aquarius. Welcome, tmuyo.

Peace!

 

[SexyChele]

Too Good To Pass Up!

Ok, I missed the first Woodstock - missed the second one as well. (SIGH) Maybe this might be my missed opportunity? Hey....bell bottoms, sandals, tye-dye, love beads? Oh yeah!

Honey B, go ahead and sign me on, though I don't know yet if I will be a performer, a groupie, or simply an attendee. I'll think about it and let you know by the end of the day, k?

Right On, Baby!

 

[ariosto]

Nels Bronson

OOC....Nels Bronson, mild mannered second generation mid-westerner. 6'1", slender, blondish, grey eyes, thirtyish.
a pale moustache graces his upper lip and an even paler beard his cheeks.




Tom is also a teacher. History at Albany Junior College. His young student/girlfriend, MoonBeam Flatwater has brought him here pretty much against his will, so that he will loosen up, get in the groove, trade his Racmaninofs for the Doors, do a dube, take a hit etc.
Tom really doesn't want to do any of that, he just wants to fuck MoonBeam who has the best body he's ever seen in his life.
Unfortunately as soon as Miss Flatwater's
VW bus rolled to a stop. She saw "Che" London and all the guys of Corporal Salt's Happy Good Times Band and was lost forever.
Now he wanders aimlessly, a fish out of water in his bell bottoms, sandles and tie dye.
Thank God she took the beads, but the reek of petuli still remains...

 

[kitsuke]

Roadie Man

I'd like to be a roadie, after all they had tough jobs at woodstock. Hordes of willing females to do anything to them just to get a backstage GLIMPSE at the bands.... ohhh the trial and tribulations...


Name is Jackson, Nate Jackson, you can call me Glyph


hey... my last girlfriend made it up, so be quiet. do i need to toss you outta here man? it's my new name alright? that's it, this one's gonna be trouble
*tosses out random idiot*
oh, did i mention i'm also in security... such as it is

 

[SexyChele]

Storm

Sorry, Honey B, for getting back to you so late! But here goes:

Storm (name given to her by some guy who claimed he was pyschic, real name is something she will not disclose), 5'6", long thick blonde hair, green eyes, willowy, but has a very nice ass and breasts. She is 20, ran away from home when she was 17, and made her way to San Francisco where she wound up in the Haight Ashbury district. She would like to be famous, but her talent is rather thin - at least in singing.

Storm left Frisco with her girlfriend, hoping to hitch rides to Woodstock. Her girlfriend met a guy outside of Pittsburgh and she decided to stay with him. Storm continued on alone - knowing she could crash with whoever happened to be there.

Besides, Storm knew that all she needed to do was meet some one close to the industry who would listen to her songs and hear her sing. She could make it big one day, she just knew it.

 

[Basia]

Skyee

OOC:

Can't count me out... Wasn't even a twinkel in my mom's eye for the first one... I was like 9 for the second one, and I was in Bazil for the third one... so here goes...

Name: It says Shawna Sullivan on her birth certificut, but she goes by the name Skyee now.
Age: 20
Hair: Long wavy and blonde
Eyes: Blue.

Skyee is a fledgling flower child. Sure, she bathed in the pond, but she was here for the music... She would do anything to catch a glimps of Jimi Hendrix!
Other than being a Hendrix fan, Skyee is a sophmore at Kent University, studying liberal arts.

 

[1handedtyper]

Yeah man...

I could be a hippy, but I'm a republican, so I don't know how well that would jive. Joe Cocker was nifty, but he was too busy having seizures (or whatever he was doing, pretending to play the guitar I think) to be really good in the sack (or wherever they were doing it). I'm not sure any of the other celebrities appeal to me, Hendrix is so passe now. How about one of the Hell's Angels security guys?
Who cares, have a joint and relax, who needs sex?

 

[Honey_B]

1handed, I think that sounds like an exceptionally intriguing angle. I love a man on a Harley! Everyone has picked such great characters that I can't wait to see what happens.

All right, I think it's time to get this festival up and running. Before I do, there's one more piece of business. Please line up and face forward. Raise your right hands. Now, repeat after me...

- I

- (tmuyo, SexyChele, ariosto, Basia, kitsuke, and 1handedtyper)

- do solemnly swear

- not to become so inspired by this thread

- that I name my first born

- Moonbeam, Sunspot, or Love Puppy.


Such oaths should have been given routinely throughout the sixties. 'Nuff said.

Okay let's get on with the lovefest....


Backstage at Woodstock, 1969

 

[Anakin20]

Jimi Hendrix

OOC: This man will never be passe, so I shall endeavour to be the great left-handed axe man.

 

[Honey_B]

I am thrilled that we have the legendary Hendrix gracing us with His presence. I know you will do him justice, Anakin

 

[Nemo200]

can i join to ??

Name : Cara waters but goes by the name Summer
age: 18
is a hippie
has redbrwon loonng hair green eyes slender body
she came for the who which she was a big fan off and to meet other peoples

 

[MtnAngelWV]

too late to join?

Sorry it took me so long to respond to your invitation HoneyB! I would like to join still if it is not too late!

Real Name: Dorothy Lipowitz
Hippie Name: Briar Rose
Physical Description: Long sun streaked blonde hair -- parted in the middle, sky blue eyes, petite, age: 23
Status: longs to be a singer and idolizes Janice Joplin; will do anything to be discovered; left contolling parents at the age of 17 when she joined a commune "Worshippers of the Sun"; found that lifestyle also too confining; been travelling the US for 2 years now!

 

[MtnAngelWV]

Hmmmm...maybe I should rethink my willingness to join. I am not really into the the tension that seems already to be mounting between the writers!

Too bad because I really liked this retro concept! I was only 3 in RL but the whole era fascinates me.

(people may want to remember that we all play a "role" and certain things said may be in the context of their alter personna. I, for one, do not take comments personally! If I am playing a "bitch" character I may put other people "down" but that isn't me as a person, it is me as a writer playing my character! Maybe others should realize that also! Thanks for allowing me to vent)

 

[ariosto]

I can vividly remember Woodstock and those times. Though a mere youth they still ring with color in my mind. Contrary to what many think drugs were not the driving force of the era.
The War was. It was what defined the age. There were causes in the world worth fighting for.
It was not an age of dropping out. It was an age of new beginnings and a commitment to causes.
The drugs were a by product, they were the icing on the cake. They were not the cake itself.

 

[Honey_B]

Angel, say it's not so! I hope you will reconsider joining my thread. Hey, if the boys don't behave themselves, we can always ask all the women to leave Woodstock and join a feminist commune thread where peace and love abound. Estrogen rules!

 

[Maid of Marvels]

'Scuse me while I kiss this guy...

Molly Kellerman

Age: 27

Physical Description: Molly is 5'7 with a decidedly voluptuous and Rubenesque figure. She has long chestnut hair and brown eyes that always seem to have a mischievous twinkle in them.

Her parents 'turned on and tuned out' long before it was fashionable... part of the Beat Generation. Her childhood was eccentric at the least, eclectic at best... (More about that later.)

Molly has a degree in Cultural Anthropology... What better place to study culture than here?

PLEASE tell me I didn't just hike over six miles to get here only to be turned back?

 

[Honey_B]

Welcome, Maid!

No, you have not traveled in vain. Woodstock continues! I just had to issue a warning to the testosterone set.

 

[MtnAngelWV]

Ok, I am in! tmuyo and ariosto have promised to play nice in the sandbox...lol

Peace out!

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Don't you know we're riding on the Marrakesh Express...

Groovy, Honey_B!

Thanks!

 

[MtnAngelWV]

resident historian

tmuyo..is it necessary to have you as the local historian? If you remember correctly, you killed one of my threads! Please do not kill this one for HoneyB!

Sorry if I seem rude but the straw broke the camel's back!!

 

[SexyChele]

Tmuyo,
Yes, you are correct - Jimi Hendrix did infact go on the very last set of the last day of Woodstock. Why not, let's also reveal the hard true - Jimi was already beginning to lose his appeal with audiences to large degree.

There - now has that enhanced anything in this thread? These things are flights of fantasy - not hard core reality. Just let it go, and let Anakin and/or Kitsuke play it however they want. I'm sure all of us have made technical errors in the and will do so in the future. So what? Let's just have some fun!

And Honey B? If we end up with an overload of estrogen? I'll be willing to sign up for the feminist commune - thate could be fun.

 

[1handedtyper]

Hey, uh, I was joking about that Hendrix thing...

Really, I was. Maybe he was beginning to lose his appeal, but he also played the biggest moment (and perhaps most deeply ironic) at the festival, his rendition of the National Anthem, a moment which will never be passe. "Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose," after all...
That said, Honey B seemed to like the idea of the Harley thing. So, despite the fact that I can't think of a name (any suggestions), I think I might go with one of the Hell's Angels, clean shaven and thin, of course (can't this be fantasy?). If anyone recalls their history, they were the "security" at Woodstock, and a little bit more. That would put me in my mid to late twenties, a bandana and some leather...and a past that involves riding across the country terrorizing old ladies in their station wagons.

 

[SexyChele]

You could do this lady a favor

Since you are looking for a name, and if Honey B doesn't mind. If you character wears wire-rimmed glasses, please call him "Parson"?

You see, my roommate and I were in a really rough bar one night. My roommate got into some trouble with one of the guys there, and he and his buddy were giving us a load of shit. One of them actually reached up to strike my roommate - when, suddenly!

This scrappy, thin, wire-rimmed glasses guy came running up to this HUGE dude as he was gonna lay one on my roommate and told him he wanted to watch. Guess what? The guy was wearing Hell's Angels colors.....the big dude just looked at him, put down his fist, and left.

The guy, the Hell's Angel, invited me and roommate to come sit with him and he treated us both as though we were a couple of princesses. And when it came time to leave, he walked us to my truck to make sure we could get out of there safely. Neither one of us ever saw him again....but I never forgot him.

His name? "Parson"!