Thursday, March 2, 2023

Woodstock '69: music, stash, peace (photos)

Rarehistoricalphotos.com; Ashley Wells, Dhr. Seven, Seth Auberon (eds.), Wisdom Quarterly

Stunning photos depicting rebellious fashion at Woodstock, 1969 (rarehistoricalphotos.com)

I'm king for a day at this thing!
In 1969, more than 400,000 people descended on Bethel, New York, headed to a dairy farm owned by Max and Miriam Yasgur, where the Woodstock Music & Art Fair was being held.

The epic event became synonymous with the counterculture movement -- peace, love, sex, drugs, and hippie happiness -- of the 1960s.

Woodstock was a success, but the massive concert didn’t come off without a hitch: Last-minute venue changes, bad weather, and the hordes of attendees caused major headaches.

It's not a headache for us. Some of us are holding tickets, most of us not. No headache.

Still, despite — or because of — a lot of sex, drugs, rock ‘n’ roll, rain, and mud, Woodstock earned its majestic place in American pop culture history.

The Woodstock Music Festival was the brainchild of four men, age 27 or younger, looking for an investment opportunity: John Roberts, Joel Rosenman, Artie Kornfeld, and Michael Lang.

What will people eat? Hey, how about we boil some vegetarian beans and bread?

The four men formed a corporation, Woodstock Ventures, Inc., and decided to host a music festival and tagged on art to fill in the vision.

After many failed attempts to find a location, finally, 49-year-old dairy farmer Max Yasgur offered to rent them part of his land in the White Lake area of Bethel, New York, surrounded by the verdant Catskill Mountains.

We're here now. Entertain us. We're holding and will be dropping acid. Smells like teen butt.

With the event just a month away, the four frantic partners of the corporate board jumped at the opportunity and paid his asking price.

Fencing, entrance gates, and ticket booths needed to be set up, and a performers’ pavilion, concession stands, bathroom facilities, and medical tents needed to be built.

Beatles' fan takes it too far. It's just her and her monkey. When it was asked what it thought of the show, it thought, "Bananas." When it was not asked what it thought of the show, it thought, "Bananas." Either way, it was right.

But by the time people started arriving a couple of days ahead of the concert, the fencing, gates, and ticket booths still weren’t ready. More

Plastic trash is the American way. What would hippie life be without trash? Paradise.

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