In the last few days I've read about Woodstock, watched a documentary, listened to the voices of those who were there, learned much about it that I didn't know.
I'm struck by several points, which many people may already have learned and processed, but which feel fresh to me this morning.
It was almost completely noncommercial. Due to a last-minute change of venue, organizers realized they only had time to complete the stage or the fencing — and they chose the stage. They declared Woodstock a free concert early on. There was almost no merchandise for sale at the concert, which means the value it retains comes primarily from the music (and the documentary film released the next year) and the experience itself.
It was by young adults, for young adults, and it happened in an era when young adults had far more autonomy and freedom than they do now. It seemed like fully half of the concert-goers I heard on this morning's C-SPAN call-in show were 16 or 17 at the time. "Your parents let you go by yourself?" the announcer asked, aghast. Of course!
Most of all, I'm struck by the seemingly impossible fact that it happened 50 years ago. And that is what ultimately unites the baby boomer generation with all that have come before. Time passes, bodies age — but spirits stay (at least we hope) forever young.
(Poster image courtesy Wikipedia)