I’m still a little pissed about this. Woodstock Festival ran August 15 to 17, 1969, but ultimately ran four days long, ending August 18, 1969.
I got out the US Army on August 8 ’69 (alright I slept for 24 hours). By late August 9 I was in pretty fair shape. The morning of the tenth I was in a full go state. And, go I did.
Nobody, let me repeat that – Nobody – told me Nothing obout Woodstock. I doubt I slowed enough to see a TV new show. Admittedly, Oklahoma is not the best place to hear rumors of legendary happenings. Also, most of my old friends had scattered to the winds.
AFVN TV (Armed Forces Vietnam American television) could have at least had a few little blurbs about a huge music happening about to happen in New York. Hell, I had the cash to go. I had wheels and a map. I would have had the desire had I known.
What really upsets me is that I did the Vietnam thing. The other two great happenings were the music/anti-war doohicky and the Black march/fight towards equality. I couldn’t of helped the Blacks very much. But, I would have loved the music and free love of the times. I could have been participant in two legs of the great 60s triad of legendary happenings.
I’ve done well in this life with few regrets. Woodstock would have added a good big of depth in the ol’ bucket of memories. Oh, well.