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| At Woodstock, no stampedes just love, peace and great music. |
In 1969 I attended the Woodstock Music Festival along with 400,000 other young people in my age group. Nobody died, although there were moments I wished I could. The rain, the cold, the noise, the lines to the Port-A-Potties, being in the Porte-A-Potties, and the naked zombies high on acid got old quick. But nobody was scary, and I was never scared. There were two fatalities, rumor has it, but they were from natural causes, not from other concert-goers stomping on their hearts and livers and lungs until they bled out. And while there was supposedly some "bad acid" going around, which was announced by the DJ Wavy Gravy so we could all be on the lookout, still it wasn't fatal.
At the Texas Astroworld rap concert a few days ago where eight people died and many others hospitalized owing to the actions of other concert attendees, it's starting to come out that lots of very toxic drugs were circulating and some of the deaths may have been from overdoses. Certainly much of the behavior was drug induced.
The old days were definitely better. (Not to mention the music.)
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