My fascination with Woodstock festival started after I read this
piece of article on The Guardian. My knowledge on this topic was limited before this article
because I d only known that it was a musical festival that happened in the 69s
( I was researching about Janis Joplin then). But I hadn’t known how the
festival was once a center of Universe for three days! I started reading more
and more about the festival and also watched a couple of major documentaries. And boy did I get hooked on to the cultural
phenomenon!
I have always been an ardent fan of psychedelic music. A good
4 years ago I discovered a rolling stone “Greatest
Albums” list on their site. One of the albums on the list was Jefferson
Airplane’s Surrealistic Pillow. Once I listened to the album there was no going
back. Psychedelic music had a major influence on me in the sense that I
understood there’s beauty in being non-conventional, that there are somethings
that most people don’t understand but that doesn’t mean there it is of no value
that being different is a good thing. It was beautiful. Every song in the god
damn album!
Next on my list was exploring The Beatles’ psychedelic
songs. Of course it is debatable what the context was for Lenon’s “Lucy in the
sky with Diamonds” but man! Oh man! John was a genius. What a masterpiece of a
song. All the songs on Revolver (probably my most favorite Beatles’ album),
Yellow Submarine and Sgt Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club opened up a door for me
into exploring life of this “different school of thought”. I d always enjoyed
the genre but I hadn’t yet discovered that I was a closeted hippie. Who isn’t?
Right?
What a glorious era the 60s was! Starting with The Beatles
and ending with the all-pervasive Woodstock festival. Reading Elliot Tiber’s
book “Taking Woodstock: A True Story of a Riot, a Concert, and a Life” was such
a cathartic process for me. I want to keep aside the obvious problems of the
book and focus on the festival part of it. This whole shebang was done for
peace. People came together in peace, love, happiness and mind-expansion with
the help of psychedelic drugs. They smoked weed, wore looze clothing or no
clothes at all, believed in freedom and hoped for a better world.
There were more than 500,000 people who witnessed this
festival. They helped each other – they got each other food, they had first aid
help, they had security they found in one another most of all they all had one
common goal – to chill the fuck out ! It was a free concert for most of them
damn it! They were all so damned lucky! And so bloody damned beautiful. Look at
this man, just look –
Who doesn’t want to live like this? Why care about mortgage,
why care about paying bills, why care about building a house, saving for
tomorrow – just live in the moment! Such a Utopian concept it seems now doesn’t
it? But this happened. These people – they effing slid down a muddy, damp
ground because they could. They made best out of a bad situation. It rained for
a day and hippies actually celebrated this.
So much soul. So much heart. These kids lived for a purpose
man. I can’t believe I am born to a wrong generation (I am still mad at you for
this god!). I can’t believe I live in a world with EDM shits taking over arenas
of people in alcohol induced dance state. They call it techno trance for Christ
s sake. I am not denying that techno shit can also help in trance but we all couldn’t
witness Woodstock that s why we don’t have a reference point to argue how bad
this shit is.
Woodstock was transcending, Janis Joplin’s voice was,
Hendrix's Guitar playing was, smoking cannabis was, sharing psychedelic
experience was, living without limits I guess was transcending.
I wish we all
lived like that. I wish we had musicians like that now. I wish we could all go
to meadows and farms and experience the love that comes along with a rainy summer
and a feeling of freedom, while greats like The Who enlightened us about the generation. I wish we
could all sit there, watch Ravi Shankar play, see stars, see colors amalgamate,
get cozy in a single blanket, watch our dreams come true as we smoke, watch the
dreams of a million others’ dream come true was we all sit together and witness
strawberry fields coming to life, witness lucy shining bright in the sky withdiamonds, witness white rabbit running through the hole, witness people expanding
their minds in translucent carriages, witness hippies dancing madly backwards,
in orange and red beams coming out of the stadium, from David Brown and Santana’s
guitars, witnessing people being comfortably numb in purple haze planning of
moving to planet caravan and contemplating becoming walruses.
Wait! I haven’t paid rent yet for the month. Let me go be a
realist now because I live in a world where hippie culture is a history. *Clutches
chest and cries in pain.
_ All pics from the net.
_ All pics from the net.
Comments
Post a Comment