By the time we got to Woodstock
We are stardust, we are golden,
We are billion year old carbon.
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden.
By the time we got to Woodstock,
We were half a million strong
And everywhere was a song and a celebration.
And I dreamed I saw the bomber death planes
Riding shotgun in the sky,
Turning into butterflies
Above our nation.
We are stardust, we are golden,
We caught in the devil's bargain,
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden.
--Joni MitchellWhat better way to observe the Woodstock anniversary than by reading artist Zina Saunders' memoir, "Woodstock Flashback," accompanied by several of Zina's digital memory paintings. Here's one, somewhat reminiscent of nude motorcyclist Gilda Texter in
Vanishing Point (1971). Click to enlarge full-screen width and full throttle blur in the wind of memories. And click
here to read "Woodstock Flashback" followed by a variety of comments.
Image © copyright Zina Saunders 2009, used with permission.
Zina captioned this "Woodstock Flashback #2: As we sped along, clinging to the back of that car, we were passed by the coolest girl I ever saw. She was driving a chopped motorcycle, wearing a miniskirt, looking tough and sexy and independent."
If you watch for it, in the movie
Woodstock (1970) you can see a newspaper with a headline about the search for Manson. There was a raid at the Spahn Ranch on the second day of the festival. I remember walking through the Port Authority that week and seeing a long row of people who had left Woodstock and were now sleeping in a back hallway of the Port Authority.
I met Wavy Gravy in the Lower East Side that summer, but unlike his appearance in the film, he seemed totally down and exhausted. I tried to get him talk about his earlier life as the stand-up comedian Hugh Romney, having once heard a very funny recording some years earlier, but he seemed too wiped out to respond other than a few sentences.
To hear four minutes of Wavy Gravy as comedian Hugh Romney, click on the heading at top. This is from his LP
Third Stream Humor (World Pacific), recorded at the Renaissance in Greenwich Village in 1962. It's oddly evocative of Ken Nordine, Lenny Bruce, Jonathan Winters and Dennis Potter all rolled into one.
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