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Redefining America through Rock Music after Woodstock and Altamont: Texts and Contexts of Grateful Dead’s Workingman’s Dead and American Beauty part 3 |
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The idea of organizing a—pardon the word—megafestival suggested
itself as rock music in 1968 was fast becoming a big business, and four young New Yorkers with money to invest took it up. They planned a three-day event, the biggest festival of its kind ever,
to be held
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I said that the organization of the Woodstock Festival was a disaster. Some 200,000 people were expected, but half a million came. Even for 200,000, the sanitary equipment and the basic supplies of food and drink would have been insufficient. After a storm drenched Max Yasgur’s farm during the first night of the festival, the site became a mud hole. The security crew hired for the event was rendered helpless by the unexpected rush of people, and on the second day Woodstock was turned into a free concert. Indeed, it was a miracle that the venue at Bethel NY did not turn into a major catastrophe.
Musically, Woodstock was hardly a highlight. The sound equipment was mediocre at best and could not do the job. Most of the stage acts were routine or worse; few were really memorable like that of Crosby, Still, Nash, & Young (doing only their second concert together), Santana perhaps, and Jimi Hendrix (though when he was on the stage most people were already leaving). The Grateful Dead offered an example of the other extreme: their show was so bad that the band expressly prohibited the use of their material on either the film or the recordings. All told, the music performed was more an Abgesang on an era; it was music of the 60s, yes, but it would be hardly relevant for the 70s. Few of those who were on the stage at Woodstock would play a significant role for the development of rock music in the 70s. Neil Young, one of those few, said it directly in a song he published in 1975. I’m not going back to Woodstock for a while, The musical irrelevance of Woodstock was demonstrated to me here in Vienna by an event announced as Woodstock Memorial Concert in late summer 1979. For the event, a special tent was set up in the Prater, holding about 800 people, but it proved too large. Four acts were billed: Richie Havens, Country Joe McDonald (the one doing "gimme an f—F—gimme a u—U"—and so on), Arlo Guthrie ("Riding on the City of New Orleans"), and Joe Cocker. The whole affair was a pity, nostalgia gone stale and sour. The worst was Joe Cocker, looking older than he does now. His dance style, the spastic movements of the stage at Woodstock, had deteriorated so badly that it could no longer even be mistaken for dancing; and the voice was truly all beer and whiskey. That concert was one of the saddest moments in my life. In retrospect, Woodstock was tragedy narrowly averted; the next large festival, when 300,000 came together at Altamont Speedway near San Francisco, on December 6, 1969, turned into a complete disaster. The Rolling Stones,
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