A certain song
said, “By the time we got to Woodstock/We were half a million strong.”
By last count 24,794,612 aging Baby Boomers have claimed
at one time or another to attend the Woodstock Music & Art Fair
which opened on August 15, 1969 on Max Yasgur’s farm in Bethel, New
York. But then it was written by Joni Mitchell who missed
it herself because her agent didn’t want her to miss an appearance
on the Dick Cavett Show.
Like Joni, I didn’t
get to Woodstock either. I was working a third shift printing
daily employment listings for Illinois Unemployment offices
and was helping organize on the People’s Park Project at Halstead
and Armitage as a new member of the Chicago Branch of the
Industrial Workers of the World (IWW). Of course, when
I found out what I had missed, I, too, wished I had been there.
Two rich young
guys, John Roberts and Joel Rosenman took out ads in
the New York Times and Wall Street Journal which
read, “Young men with unlimited capital looking for interesting, legitimate
investment opportunities and business propositions.” It attracted the
attention of and Artie Kornfield who came up with an idea to build a world
class recording studio in rustic Woodstock, New York were artists
like Bob Dylan and The Band were already living. As
discussions evolved, the idea of a festival to promote the
studio and maybe featuring some of those local luminaries began to
emerge.
As envisioned it was
a much more modest event than it became. But, in a series of legendary
steps and missteps it evolved into something unique. After having
trouble recruiting top acts, Creedence Clearwater Revival agreed to play
for $10,000—a steep fee but one which signaled to other top acts
that the festival would be worth doing. Leading rock and roll acts,
including the cream of the San Francisco psychedelic scene and one huge British
Invasion group, The Who, were joined by folk music legends
like Joan Baez and Arlo Guthrie.
Planned as a for-profit
program, tickets went on sale in New York City area record stores
and by mail for $18 a day or $24 for all three—fairly steep prices
at a time when top concert tickets sold for less than $5 at most venues.
But sales were brisk. 186,000 were sold in advance and the promoters
began to believe that as many as 200,000 would attend. They could foresee
a nice profit.
This, however, far
exceeded the 50,000 that promoters had told officials in Wallkill,
where they had leased land in an industrial park. Alarmed local
residents protested voraciously. The town board voted
in mid-July to require that gatherings of more than 5,000 have a permit
and then officially denied the organizers’ application on the
ground that port-a-potties would not meet local code.
Scrambling to find an alternative, promoters found Bethel motel
owner Elliot Tiber who had a permit already for another event and who
offered the use of 15 acres behind his business. A local real estate
agent recommended Max Yasgur, whose farm abutted Tiber’s property
with a gently sloping hillside that would make a natural amphitheater
for a stage set up at the bottom in front of a pond.
The Bethel Town
Clerk and Supervisor approved permits for the event, but the board
refused to issue them and ordered the clerk to post stop work notices on
the site. But it was too late, despite local alarm, early arrivals began
coming into the area more than a week in advance.
The underground
press and progressive rock radio stations were spreading the
word far and wide. Everyone realized that far more people than expected
would show up. The organizers had to decide to try reinforcing fencing
at the site to maintain a ticket for admission policy or put their resources
into finishing the large and elaborate stage and sound systems
which were behind schedule. They decided that fencing and security could
lead to violence, as could the cancellation of the festival
because the stage was not ready. They opted for the stage.
By August 14 roads to Bethel were becoming clogged and the crowds thick. The fence was cut.
Like it or not for most Woodstock would be a free
festival.
The enormous crowds
and the traffic snarls became a media event by themselves as network
TV ran footage from helicopters of the hordes of hippies
descending on the rural village. Rather than discourage people, reports
set even more on the road to join in what was being recognized as something
astonishing.
Torrential rains before and during the concert transformed the fields to seas of mud. Conventional camping became impossible. Shortages of food and water became critical. The Hog Farm commune set up a free feed operation featuring brown rice and some vegetables. Local residents took pity on the bedraggled hippies and made thousands of peanut butter sandwiches to be handed out.
The Woodstock experience for most--mud and garbage far from the stage.There was no
shortage of drugs. Marijuana smoke hung like a haze
over the crowd and LSD, including the famous bad brown acid that
Hog Farmers warned about from the stage, was plentiful. So,
evidently was heroin, which resulted in at least one fatal overdose.
Despite the
hardship, the crowd remained peaceful and legendarily mellow.
From the first act, Richie Havens, to the last, an almost unknown
guitarist named Jimi Hendrix, the music was spectacular.
Most of those in attendance even remember it, at least after their memories
were refreshed by Woodstock: 3 Days of Peace & Music, the
landmark 1970 film directed by Michael Wadleigh and edited
by Thelma Schoonmaker and Martin Scorsese, or by the multi-disc
record albums that were released.
Joni Mitchell
penned the memorial ditty which became an anthem hit for Crosby,
Stills and Nash, the super group which debuted at Woodstock.
The festival also boosted
the careers of several other participants, none more so than
Hendrix, who vaulted overnight to super star status.
As for the
organizers, they lost their shirts, at least at first. They were
deluged by unpaid bills and over 80 lawsuits. Eventually revenue
from the movie paid off all debts, but none of the original partners, now feuding
among themselves, made any money.
They, like their
event, however, became legendary—even heroic—in later books and
in the interesting 2008 film Taking Woodstock by Taiwanese
director Ang Lee.
John Sebastian, formerly of the Lovin' Spoonful, on stage in 1969. He did more than anyone to make tie dye a hippy fashion trend. Fifty years later he signed on for the ill fated anniversary concert.
In 2019 Michael
Lang, one of the original promoters who lost his shirt on the festival, tried
to cash in on nostalgia by staging Woodstock 50 with big
name current rock, rap, and pop acts and a couple of surviving
artists from the original festival, Country Joe McDonald and John
Sebastian.
Things began to unravel
almost from the start. Lang lost his principle financial backer, Dentsu
Aegis who tried unsuccessfully to cancel the event. Then production
partner Superfly dropped out a few days later. Permits could
not be obtained for the originally announced venue—the Watkins Glenn Raceway
in upstate New York and the Town of Vernon near Utica.
By July most of the originally announced main acts including Jay-Z, Miley
Cyrus, Santana, the Lumineers, and Dead and Company dropped
out. Finally, a last minute scramble to recast the festival as a voter
registration event and a fundraiser for environmental groups,
at a much smaller venue, the 15,000 seat Merriweather Pavilion in
the Maryland suburbs of Washington, D.C. also collapsed.
Lang threw in the towel in a press release issued on July 31.
The golden
anniversary did not go uncommemorated, however, near its original
home in Bethel. The town held a string of events centered on the Bethel
Woods Center for the Arts on the site of Max Yasgur’s farm. Events
included a sold-out Arlo Guthrie performance and Woodstock
documentary screening on August 15; concerts by Ringo Starr on
the 16th, John Fogarty on the 18th, and Santana on the17th, as
well as art exhibitions, craft shows, and panel discussions.
The festival was
celebrated with a new PBS documentary, Woodstock: Three Days that
Defined a Generation.
Meanwhile aging
hippies whether they actually made it to Woodstock or not fifty-two years ago
or not, are putting on tie-dye, and digging out their old albums or
copies of the movie. And yeah, a lot of them will toke up, too. It’s even legal now in many states
which might take a little off the rebellious thrill.
Hey Pat: I just saw your name next to Neil Rest, Joe Hill, Frank Little and Big Bill Heywood in Robert Anton Wilson's novel The Trick Top Hat. Glad to see you're still around! RAW must have REALLY admired you to put you in that sequence (p.317 of the one-volume Schrodinger's Cat Trilogy).
ReplyDeleteThanks. I remember how surprised and excited to find that when I read it years ago. I have fond memories of him and his wife Arlen--the founder of the Chicago Women's Liberation Union--in the early '70s before they moved west.
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