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Wish is a very strong word, but I suppose that I would haved to use it sometime. As I saw them building the great stage, raising the speakers up, preparing for a show, I cursed the age of money and marketing and "art" I was born into. Hearing Canned Heat sing an old tune while people poured in to the small town of Bethel, New York to see the festival was exhilarating and awesome. The music, the peace, and three days of it all. They had all come, half a million strong, and I couldn't help but wish I was one of them. To see up on the stage, Ten Years After playing or Janis singing a blues, or Pete Townsend smash his guitar and cast it into the sea of people in the churning night air.
Then, hearing Jimi play half of his set to an emptying field as the last day wound down, and the muddy earth woke up beneath a cover of trash, I closed my eyes, and all I saw was the green pasture of Yasgur's farm drowned in the music rolling over its hills and through its trees. As Joni Mitchell, Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young said :
We are stardust, we are golden
and we got to get ourselves back to the garden
Then, hearing Jimi play half of his set to an emptying field as the last day wound down, and the muddy earth woke up beneath a cover of trash, I closed my eyes, and all I saw was the green pasture of Yasgur's farm drowned in the music rolling over its hills and through its trees. As Joni Mitchell, Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young said :
We are stardust, we are golden
and we got to get ourselves back to the garden