Sunday, August 17, 1969. The apex of three days of peace and music in Woodstock, a small town near New York where half a million young people have converged, hitchhiking their way from all over the United States.
They’re not worried about sleeping under the rain or the stars, or about having to settle for whatever they can find to eat. They’re hungry for music and ritual, they console one another in the “sin” of a poor joint of hashish, or seeking another form of inebriation with a can of undrinkable warm beer.
Sunday, August 17, 1969. The apex of three days of peace and music in Woodstock, a small town near New York where half a million young people have converged, hitchhiking their way from all over the United States.
They’re not worried about sleeping under the rain or the stars, or about having to settle for whatever they can find to eat. They’re hungry for music and ritual, they console one another in the “sin” of a poor joint of hashish, or seeking another form of inebriation with a can of undrinkable warm beer.