Lucky b*stard. Since I was still growing in my mother's womb at the time of the concert, I didn't make it.
Hey, I was angry that I didn't go to Woodstock. There was no way I was missing this one! Seven of us crammed ourselves into a VW bug, hit a cow on the way, survived that more or less intact (the car suffered, but we felt nothing. well, we were bummed about the cow, who got up and walked right into the path of a huge truck doing 75 mph... caught that action through the rear window as the bug chugged it's way back up to speed. at first, I thought it was an hallucination, but after much discussion, we all agreed that it wasn't), camped out and had a fantastic time. It was really hot, and some Hog Farm people got some hoses and sprayed anyone with water who walked up to them. It was some of the strangest water I've ever seen, comin' at you in big globules, thudding against your body. I remember talking to this chick as we were sprayed, and the action as the globules of water bounced off her breasts was a real trip, bras being a rare sight in those days. The music was incredible.
