31 July 2010

Something everybody everywhere

does in the same language

Woodstock: 3 Days of Peace & Music

(1970)
Ah, regret: what's the point? Why didn't I sneak out of the house, 15 years old and living in a conservative Catholic home even farther in the middle of nowhere than Bethel, New York, and hitchhike east? How many people do you suppose regret having been there? How many regret having missed out? How many so regret having missed out that they claim to have been there? At least I'm not that pathetic.

Anyway, this is close to 4 hours of peace, music, and smiles.

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