Today's fact

[yelladawg]

They came by the thousands. They came from every corner of the U.S. and many came from other countries. It was a pilgrimage to a farm owned by Max Yasgur in an area of Sullivan County, New York called Bethel. In a manner of speaking, this was a religious experience. It was a pilgrimage for love, and peace. And throughout it all, the music played.
The Woodstock Music and Art Fair opened on this day in 1969. Two dozen bands came to play on a wooden stage in the middle of a pasture. It was a happening unlike any other before it ... and, probably like none after. 450,000 people formed a love-in for three days and nights. Jimi Hendrix was there, Joan Baez, and Arlo Guthrie, too. Country Joe and the Fish, Santana, Crosby, Stills and Nash. Jefferson Airplane, Creedence Clearwater Revival, The Who, and so many more. There were hippies, and bikers, Viet Nam war vets, and high school kids ... college kids and college grads, longhaired and short, young and old ... and the world watched and joined in through the magic of the media.

They came by the thousands. The music played, people danced and sang. And the memories went home with them. Woodstock marked an era.

Groovy! Far out! Like, wow, man! Power to the people! And, of course... Peace, brother!

[TransitJohn]

1. Let's hear it for

Woodstock!
:kick:

[ET Awful]

2. And we've got to get ourselves back to the garden . . . . .

There were more than 450,000 and more than one stage as well. . .

The Grateful Dead played on the second stage during a rainstorm while the wind pushed the stage across a field thanks to the large cloth backdrops.

Joni wrote it, Crosby, Stills and Nash sang it . . .

Well, I came upon a child of God
He was walking along the road
And I asked him, tell me, where are you going
This he told me

He said I'm going down to Yasgur's farm
Gonna join in a rock and roll band
Got to get back to the land
And set my soul free

We are stardust, we are golden
We are billion-year-old carbon
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden

Well then, can I roam beside you
I have come to lose the smog
And I feel myself a cog
In something turning

And maybe it's the time of year
Yes, and maybe it's the time of man
And I don't know who I am
But life is for learning

We are stardust, we are golden
We are billion-year-old carbon
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden

By the time we got to Woodstock
We were half a million strong
And everywhere was a song
And a celebration

And I dreamed I saw the bomber jet planes
Riding shotgun in the sky
Turning into butterflies
Above our nation

We are stardust, we are golden
We are caught in the devil's bargain
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden