Hey, folks. Take The weekend off. Woodstock thread in the Lounge is calling for your memories.

[Condem]

Take a hit of the brown acid and indulge.

[CaliforniaPeggy]

1. .

:headbang:

[Spider Jerusalem]

2. I have no memories; I'm not that old.

1969 was eight years before I was born.

[Condem]

3. Never too late to learn, Spider.

You're parents were there but never told you.

[Spider Jerusalem]

4. Not likely.

My parents were in high school, and a thousand miles away. (My father DID see Hendrix play in Byron, Georgia, in 1970, though.)

[Condem]

5. They TOLD you that.

That's what my folks said. Every time Alvin Lee's Going Home came on, they were upstairs before you could say Wavy Gravy. Hmmmmmm.

[NOLALady]

10. Hey.

I was there. It was July 4th. I fell asleep and was awakened at midnight by this guitar. I looked at my roommate and said I was dreaming about Jimi Hendrix. She said ...It's no dream!

[NYC_SKP]

6. DON'T take the BROWN acid, man. And if you did, stay mellow, it's gonna be alright.

:smoke:

Just chill out and groove with the music.

The music loves you, :grouphug:

[edbermac]

7. If you were at Woodstock, then you have no memories of being at Woodstock.

:smoke:

[Condem]

9. The people I've had the pleasure of meeting that were there, sure do,ed.

A life altering event. To each and every one of them.

[MrMickeysMom]

8. Wow... I'm there...

... and I'm gonna remember that the man/woman next to me is my brother/sister, too...

[daa]

11. I was drafted and serving in NJ

On of the civilians we worked with was a retired master sgt. He was pretty strict and as I recall his wife had died. That Friday after the festival they found his 15 year old daughter naked, under a bridge in Baltimore after she had attended the festival. Totally broke him.