Without a doubt Woodstock became much bigger than what it was. At bottom, it was a music festival. That's all. OK, an all-star music festival, but it sure wasn't expected to become the symbol of the freelove dopesmoking peacenik flowersniffin crawlnakedinthemud 60s.
Absent the day's biggest commercial acts — the Beatles, the Rolling Stones and Bob Dylan declined to participate — the bill tilted toward flute bands and folkies, and they played to a crowd the size of Reno, Nev., as if they were in a coffeehouse. A lot of the rock bands, meanwhile, were stoned out of their minds. (The Grateful Dead sound foggy, even for them.) At least the Who — so enchanted with the vibe that Pete Townshend bonked a speechifying Abbie Hoffman on the head and wrote "Won't Get Fooled Again" in the concert's wake — come off as professional. Not passionate, but professional ... it's clear that no one — not the bands, the organizers or the audience — had a clue what they were supposed to be doing, and with good reason: no one had ever done it before.
Personal footnote: No, I didn't make Woodstock, in case you ask. Hey, I was 11, and getting parental consent would have been impossible.
Photo: Jimi Hendrix playing his guitar during his set at the Woodstock Music and Art Fair on Aug. 18, 1969. Henry Diltz / Corbis
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