Fifty Years Later, Still Rocking

There was a bit of kerfuffle over Woodstock 50, which even Michael Lang and Sir Richard Branson couldn’t fix, so here we are, a couple of weeks after the three days of the original peace and music event, and there hasn’t been an anniversary event to truly commemorate those days as they really were. And I’m not unhappy, because really, what 50+ year old wants to relive the reality – or their fantasy – of sharing your sleeping bag and whatever was in it, rolling around in a muddy field, and not remembering exactly where you left your car on that side road somewhere near the NY State Thruway?

But I am heartened at my Boomer Generation! The take-charge people are taking charge and doing their own celebrations. Whether it’s a totally private event, or fund raiser, or something else, we’re rocking. We’re rolling. And, thanks to the aging effect, plus the changes in the law, there’s a whole lot of vaping going on. (That was just a take off on a song. If you are truly Woodstock Generation, you will recognize it. If not, ask your parents. Or grandparents, should you be reading this while under the age of consent.)

So, while some people gathered at the original site, the rest of us were left to our own devices. When I read this in Variety, as the festival moved yet one more time, before transforming itself into something as unlike the original as you could get, I knew where this was headed.

“John Fogerty knows where he will be for the anniversary weekend of Woodstock,” his camp said in a statement late Thursday night. “At only one site… at the original one – the Bethel Woods Center for the Arts.”

DIY. Do It Yourself. And the best part of that is, you don’t have to do it on the original dates. (I’ll be putting my tie-dye on over the Columbus Day weekend because, well, it’s just more convenient. Sorry, I can’t invite you, but feel free to DIY those days.)

Woodstock was more than a concert. It was an event that defined the culture of a generation. Peace. Freedom. Love. No More War. And more. There was sharing. There was no discrimination. There was the sheer joy of nature. It was a moment in time that we can bring back. And, because most of us are in positions of leadership, if not in business, in our families, we can act to propagate those values every day.

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