Mike Littwin of the Denver Post has an amusing column today, We Are Stardust, on why he wasn't there. The New York Daily News has an editorial, We Were Stardust:
See, once upon a time, before the music industry blow-dried and promoted and shrink-wrapped every imaginable act and event, things just ... happened. They expected 50,000. About 10 times that number descended. Some of them were maligned as damn dirty hippies and some were. There was no water, showers or bathrooms. Over the course of the festival, the dirty got dirtier.
In the age of Facebook and Twitter, you can manufacture crowds and gin up enthusiasm. But you can't manufacture the moment when Jupiter aligns with Mars and love - or something like it - steers the stars.
Is all this attention on Woodstock making anyone besides me feel really old? Just look at all the lawn chairs in the pictures from yesterday's concert. Happily the music lives on, the rest I'm ready to move past.