Whatever Else You May Think, It Was Sure Better Than Today
August 15, 2025
Another day, another Trumpian disaster. Therapist-in-chief…oops, The Rapist-in-chief continues his non-stop-onslaught against truth, justice and the American way. He and his malignant marauders don’t even bother hiding their contempt for the law, the Constitution and you. Trump’s Fuck-You presidency will not stop dismembering democracy until something or someone kneels on his neck…metaphorically, of course. Right? When George Floyd was stopped from being alive, he was an innocent man. Donald Trump is very likely the most guilty man in American history. And America is now in a position similar to George Floyd on that horrific day.
But we would like to take this moment to remember a less tragic event.
Given that this is summer and the one month that has no commonly
recognized holidays, we at Paying Attention™ have been
called upon by a higher power to make our own. This was easy since there are
two august events in August that are near and dear to our hearts and minds –
Resignation Day(s), which recently came and went, and the Woodstock Music and
Arts Festival.
Though Resignation Day(s) arrives first on the calendar, Woodstock
preceded the former in real time. Both of these events provided hope for the
future of humankind in my eyes, and in those of many of my generation at the
time. What fools we were.
Being in a rather lazy mood, or maybe it’s more burnout than
anything else, the gang here at Paying Attention™ agreed it would
be best to wander aimlessly down memory lane as we celebrate another favorite August
holiday around here. If nothing else, may we recommend cranking up a few of the
tunes featured below.
Whatever you decide, Happy Birthday Woodstock. Here’s what
appeared at Paying Attention™ on this day in
2019…
When Boomers Roamed the Earth
August 15, 2019
Max Yasgur was an upstate New York farmer and the largest
milk producer in Sullivan County, New York in 1969. Yasgur was a Republican who supported the
Vietnam War, but he went against the wishes of his sleepy rural community of
Bethel, and rented out his farm for a weekend music festival in August of 1969,
thinking it would be good for the local economy and would help bridge the
contentious generation gap.
What could be so bad about having a few thousand kids listen
to music in the fresh air for a few days?
Though the local folks for the most part wanted nothing to do with a
bunch of hippies coming anywhere near their peaceful environs, no one imagined
the size of the crowd or the ultimate notoriety of what was about to engulf
them. It was like an invasion, a caravan
if you will, of unfamiliar outsiders, whose differences frightened these simple
people. In the end, it was, as Max
Yasgur would tell the crowd on his farm, “three days of fun and music, and
nothing but fun and music” that rocked the world. Literally and figuratively.
I did not make it to Woodstock. I really wanted to go, but I was not of
driving age and my parents would not let me.
Especially now that I have fewer days to look forward to than the number
I have already seen, I cannot blame them.
I did see the movie the moment it came out because I was not
willing to wait for it to come out on Netflix.
And I played the album many times on my cheapo turntable which I
foolishly set up on my suburban back lawn (Surprisingly, that album still plays
almost perfectly). Since then, I have
been a bit obsessed with what many have called “three days that defined a
generation.”
The Woodstock Music and Art Festival began on this day 50
years ago [in 2019]. The line-up of
musicians was and is legendary, if not unequaled. From Richie Havens to Ravi Shankar, from
Janis to Jimi, The Who, Santana, Sly & the Family Stone, Joe Cocker, Joan
Baez, Creedence, the Dead, CSNY, Country Joe and many others.
Here are a few of my (many) favorite performances. I'll probably throw a few more choice tunes
on here over the next couple days.
Richie Havens – Freedom
John Sebastian – I Had a Dream
Max Yasgur
The Ultimate Star Spangled Banner
It is said, “If you can remember Woodstock, you weren’t
there.”
I. Mangrey reminiscing.
I remember Woodstock.
SPECIAL BONUS TRACK
Country Joe & The Fish

69 was quite the year; it had to compete w 68 and 70. I remember vaguely, so I'm vaguely sure I wasn't there. An aunt was 21 in 69 and wanted to go but her parents locked her in the highest tower.
ReplyDeleteAt least your aunt was high in a tower. I was quite a bit younger at the time.
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