I realized tonight that I've never actually seen the movie Woodstock in its entirety. Being as how I have to get up with She Who Shall Not Be Named, that isn't going to change anytime soon (its on VH1 Classic right now and won't end until 2:30 AM), but I wanted to make some observations before hitting the sack.
1. Joan Baez looked absolutely terrified. I can't imagine what she was expecting, but I'm pretty sure the reception was better than any she would have received at the subsequent Woodstocks.
2. I was going to go into long-winded speculation about what happened to the Gibson SG Pete Townshend tossed into the audience at the end of the Who's set, but there's actually a site that tracks what happened to all his smashed guitars. I love the internet.
3. Sha Na Na? Really? They were definitely the best choreographed, if that counts for anything.
4. Joe Cocker is/was the shit. My favorite performance so far.
5. The whack job ranting about "the fascists seeding the clouds" aside, I don't know how well I would have functioned in that environment. I mean, I hate hippies. But I love mud, so maybe it would've evened out.
Okay, the joint-smoking montage is making me sleepy. Later. I'll try to catch the second half in another 40 years. Check back here in 2049.