Woodstock Revisited 40 Years Later

Forty years ago this weekend, a now legendary 3-day festival took place on Max Yasgur's 600 acre farm in Bethel, New York (just about 100 miles outside of New York City). Initially around 50,000 were expected to attend Woodstock, however it ended up being more like half a million. This page has some interesting statistics; for example, only 186,000 tickets were sold; 320,000 people left before Hendrix went on; it was just 15 bucks for an ounce of pot, and nearly 90% of those in attendance were smoking it.

Recently we learned that the Woodstock couple, whose photo together became an iconic image of the time, has lasted all these years together; and even more recently the Today Show paid them a visit (video after the jump).

Meanwhile, the squares over at the Wall Street Journal question the quality of the music performed—calling the fest a "bust" when it came down to the band's sets. Guess that's what happens when musician's drinks get dosed with LSD. While others (ahem, Carlos Santana) take a hit of mescaline before going on stage—though WFUV's Pete Fornatale tells us that Santana was amongst his favorite performers that weekend (watch here)!

P.S.: Click at your own risk, some of those photos are NSFW (just like the brown acid).

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My big bro had tickets for him and his friend. My dad was supposed to drive them over from Po'keepsie. When he saw the news about the traffic jams, he declined to chauffeur. They mailed the tix back and got the $15 back for each.

Probably should have kept the unused tickets.

Groovy dude. That's me in the white T shirt with the purple haze silkscreened image about mid way up on the left side. I never had a good picture of me there, so thanks a lot.

Peace and love!

All those smelly hippies. The stench must have been unbearable. Anyway, Obamacare will be euthanizing a lot of the baby boomers in the next decade or so hopefully. I'm optimistic.

You're overdue for your Death Panel interview.

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I am so over Woodstock. Enough already. Wow, it was three days of peace, love and understanding. Big whoop. Not like the hippies took those values and actually did anything with it. They all sold out to the Man in the end.

I met Max Yasgur's niece last night. She was in Grassroots down on St. Mark's promoting a kid's book about guess what. No shit.

So what? They attended a three day rock concert and they think the sun shines out their asses for the rest of their narcissistic, self-absorbed lives.

It's not sunshine. It's love beads and flowers.

Also natural hemp macrame fern hangers. Get it straight.

I worked the 20th anniversary of Woodstock. I was the worst job ever. Peace and love my ass. Despite the great pay, I skipped the final day--too violent and I was out after I talked down a mob from beating a co-worker to death. I can only hope the original was better.

I have a mint, in box, 25th anniversary Woodstock Zippo lighter if you are interested.

I hear people still sneak in there with metal detectors looking for old historic roach clips.

I was there man. Just like everyone else who wasn't.

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