Woodstock 99: Peace, Love and Rage
“This is not a poor man’s festival”
One of the tough things about being human is realising how selective our memory can be. Case in point: the hazy, feelgood nostalgia for Woodstock ’69. The mythmaking behind the stumblefuck kick-bollock-scramble planning would have you think it was an idyllic event, one fuelled by peace and love. The reality involves two fatalities and a narrowly avoided mass electrocution.
Yes, mythmaking has obscured quite a few of…
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