I remember seeing the ad for the festival in the old Chicago Daily News at the time and some of my Bros and I talked about going but by the time August came I was in the middle of a love triangle (trying to leave one lady for another, not an easy maneuver), and thought " I've seen The Jimi Hendrix Experience, Sly and the Family Stone, The Jefferson Airplane and Canned Heat so I really don't have to go". in the years since I have thought that was an OK decision because after seeing the movie the conditions appeared horrible and when the guy in the movie announced "don't take the brown acid" a bad trip in the middle of that would have been shall we say life changing. Although it is fine to be nostalgic, truely the whole Hippie experience was over by the end of 68. Drugs were getting dangerously bad, free love was anything but free by that time, 67 and 68 were fun for that aspect but by the end of 68 the yippies and weathermen and sds and black panthers had destroyed the free love aspect which was replaced by political BS. Some day perhaps if we meet I'll tell you about the cool parts I was lucky to experience in L.A. and even Chicago before it all fell apart.

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I heard somewhere that by the time Hendix took the stage, half of the audience had already vacated the field

i do belive he played last, so barely anyone was there when he played.

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Awesome mate I was just reading that to my mrs I am reading it on a phone so exude the short reply. That's just so incredible to hear we have read naturally similar about all the politics that came with that era and here we are chatin with a dude that lived it. Thank you so much for sharin that. Must have been bizarre times.

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Ps. If your ever over this side of the pond I would love to hear the stories mate my shout for the dinner and red whilst listening!

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You know what they say about Woodstock...if you remember it, you weren't there!

The closest I got was dating Max Yasgur's niece for about a year. She was going to NYU at the time and I was working part time in a psychedelic poster shop on West 8th street in Greenwich Village. She walked in and I asked if I could help her with anything. Her reply..."Only if you follow me home".

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Bro, it would be my pleasure, thank you, if the opportunity presents itself I will tell you everything that I can recall about those times and perhaps you can show and tell me about the wonderful country where you are that has always appeared so exotic and interesting to this city boy.

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you can save the world with your guitar one love song at a time it's just better, more fun, easier with a fender solid body electric guitar or electric bass guitar.

That's right,from all reports he insisted on finishing the show,and most of the crowd had left...lucky for all of us Jimi fans the cameras were rolling.

Any time mate. It would be a Pleasure.. Sincerely.

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I set out to go but couldn't get across the border at Niagara Falls, it was Friday night and as soon as I said where I was heading they turned me back saying the roads had already been closed. BUT I did get to see Hendrix twice in Toronto before that,the first time was on my birthday at the CNE Coliesium ....one of my most memorable birthday presents.

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Communications were not then, 1% of what they are, now. In Chicago, unless you caught something in the newspaper, you never heard of it. Personally, 'did not hear of Woodstock until it was well over.

SBLS really hit on the time-spirit (Zeitgeist in German). As an Organic Chemistry major, the horrors of badly-made street drugs and the rapidly emerging cartels-to-be, made staying FAR away from that stuff an imperative. Yes, 'personally knew people who died and went mindless (or partially blind) from "bad shid."

In ths opinion, the local hippie scene was matured and mortally wounded by the same event, the '68 Democratic Convention in Chicago. Thereafter, the hippie scene became both demonized as political subversion and the "visible movement" was taken over by "suburban kids in dopey clothes."

That said, it was a truly magic time. 'Was "fortunate" enough, Navy found a physical imperfection which did not allow serving, that's the only regret, but it allowed that era to be experienced from the USA.

Re Bad Acid:A girl I knew who had gone to school with my girlfriend went out celebrating having the highest marks in her graduating class by dropping 3 hits of acid that had been made in a bathtub or some such thing and fried her brain permanantly and now 40 years later is always in a catatonic stupor.Those were the days alright.

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i know a guy that happened to too. plus he has a life long super parniod personality about himself.

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"The good thing is in a club situation, most of the patrons are trashed and really can't tell the difference."

Yeah....Have two friends who never came home.....One closeish......We all tried to snap him out of it for weeks after.....At one point we all thought him to be reapplying but no horrrific and heartbreakingly sad.....He actually was a guitarist, Was at my house in the us tring to snap him out of it stage and he was playing along with vocals on a sitcom thinkin it was all going together...Just totally gone....Sad sad sad $@!&......

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I saw it about 20 miles north of there in an open air em club on a junkie projector. "WRONG REEL!" I thought I had never seen anything as cool as the Who. I think it was 'see me, feel me," but at any rate it was the most dramatic sound and sight I had experienced. Roger Dawtry posed in his fringed "angelic" coat, looked like the rock god, if there ever was one. Outside of certain areas, hippies weren't that common. To the guy who was turned down by the navy, that was damn bad luck. Shoulda tried the army or marines. Mr Green Weinie.