So the big deal these days is that it's the forty year anniversary of Woodstock. Oooh! Oooh! Woodstock! As near as I can figure Woodstock was a farm someplace that rented out a cow pasture so a bunch of not very good bands could play for a whole mess of Yankee kids. There was no real music involved, no Buck Owens, no Johnny Cash, Loretta Lynn was not invited.
I am bemused by the things the media makes out to be the symbols of the day. On the weekend those few kids frolicked in the mud (how many rapes happened there?) there were about half a million others, about the same age, over in a place called Viet Nam. Something I've never understood. All during that time in history there were just as many people listening to country and western music. There were far more young men in uniform that ever went to all the antiwar parades put together.
So, how come THEY symbolize the era?
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