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joins The Housing Hour this week to reflect on one of our countries most iconic weekends ‘ Woodstock ’69’. Terry, Kevin, and Mark discuss the ‘Legacy of Woodstock’ and the impact of the countercultural movement.
Terry has a unique background, having grown up in the Nashville music scene. His mother, Shirley Wood, was a well known and respected country music songwriter. It was not unusual for Terry to find famous musicians in his home growing up.
The Housing Hour reached out to a festival goer and got their first-hand account:
Yes, I was at Woodstock that August in 1969. I was a college sophomore at the time. I remember our decision to go to Woodstock like it was yesterday. I was hanging out with a few of my friends at “The
I could not believe our luck at finding a spot at rear stage left – right under a catwalk where performers walked from the trailers across to the stage. We could both see the performers on stage & hear all of the music. Location, Location, Location & it was not long before we got to know everyone around us – Incredible experience. Canned Heat came on as the sun was setting. They were followed by Mountain, The Grateful Dead and CCR. Credence Clearwater Revival was one of my favorites so I was in my glory. Janis Joplin was followed by Sly & the Family Stone. By then I think it was after 4 am. I think I maybe got 2 hours sleep before The Jefferson Airplane came on & Gracie Slick woke us all up with, “Breakfast for 300,000!”.
During the music, everyone was engaged and euphoric (in more ways than one). It was only after Gracie & the group departed the stage across the catwalk that the massive reality of the event came into view. It would be several hours before the next group would come on – We decided to see if we could grab a spot at the top of the hill as a change of pace but realized pretty quickly this was a bad decision. By the time we did finally reach the top of the
So there we were. It was Sunday before noon. We were at the top of the hill and considered options. It was hot. It smelled. I don’t need to mention the thought of portable toilets that crews could not get near to service. No food – we had eaten all we had by Saturday night. And trash everywhere. We looked at each other and unanimously decided, “Time to go”. Well, not everyone. One of our group had run into friends who were staying – he opted to stay and ride home with them.
My car, alone in a field the day before, was now surrounded by a sea of vehicles. I was thankfully able to navigate it through the maze and back onto that country road that led to home. Exhausted with no regrets.
So much has been written about this event – my notes don’t include the kind of stories or insight that hasn’t been written before. Even though 50 years have passed I remain in awe and have to smile at the thought of it all. Nothing was like it ever before or ever since. Just think about it – over 400,000 people together for 3 days under conditions that most people today wouldn’t tolerate for an hour.
Woodstock’s theme was Love & Peace. There’s something to that.
David Crosby had it right: “Love is better than hatred, Peace is better than war”.
All the best –