Ah, but you can say you were there.I was there Friday and Saturday. Heard no music (only from a distance), lost my money, lost the friends I came with, found others from my neighborhood (how did I do that!), hitchhiked home on Sunday, missed the first Jet/Giant Yale Bowl.
Boston, another group that was big during my college days. This song from their first album was being played LOUD when my parents were moving me into my dorm at WVU freshman year. Tom Sholz was quite the quitarist.
Has some good keyboard work in it too, if you are into that sort of thing.
Slash tears it up on "Sweet Child o Mine" from Guns and Roses.
I actually did go down to the music site on Saturday and walked down to the stage. I debated whether to page my lost friends, but it immediately began to pour (again), and I ran back up to the concessions. What people don't tell you, since Woodstock has been so romanticized, is that there was no shade at the music site. The weather that weekend varied between very hot or drenching rain. It often rained when the sun was blazing. Since people had tramped away the grass the dirt was usually a perpetual mud. That smelled. There were no places to bathe, the Porto-San's were frightening and an hallucinatory experience in itself, and few if any brought a change of clothes, nontheless a toothbrush or a change of underwear. "Three Days Of Music, Peace And Love" was actually more like "Three Days Of Stink, Privation, and Starvation, with some great music you could barely see". Watch the movie, listen to the record and reminisce. Either beats the reality.Ah, but you can say you were there.
Tom Scholz don't get the recognition he deserves as a guitarist. He wasn't even listed in the top 100 guitarist for Rolling Stones and other lists omit him as well.My favorite Boston song of all time. "More Than A Feeling" had some great guitar work too but this was their best IMO
Can a Bass guitar have a riff? You decide.
My City Was Gone - The Pretenders
I actually did go down to the music site on Saturday and walked down to the stage. I debated whether to page my lost friends, but it immediately began to pour (again), and I ran back up to the concessions. What people don't tell you, since Woodstock has been so romanticized, is that there was no shade at the music site. The weather that weekend varied between very hot or drenching rain. It often rained when the sun was blazing. Since people had tramped away the grass the dirt was usually a perpetual mud. That smelled. There were no places to bathe, the Porto-San's were frightening and an hallucinatory experience in itself, and few if any brought a change of clothes, nontheless a toothbrush or a change of underwear. "Three Days Of Music, Peace And Love" was actually more like "Three Days Of Stink, Privation, and Starvation, with some great music you could barely see". Watch the movie, listen to the record and reminisce. Either beats the reality.
Heck of a shame. But how the hell did he get that far? When we went traffic gridlocked Interstate 17. We had to bail out of our car 2 miles from the stage. I lost my friends by electing to go back to the car 15 mins after the driver went back. Didn't see hide nor hair of any of the three of them until I got back to Brooklyn.I was too young, but my sister was there (I have no idea how or whether my parents acceded to that). Her young-man friend had a brand-new Z28, and they went over a (presumably small) cliff in that rain.