There’s a seismic disparity between the Woodstock Music and Art Fair’s countercultural stature and the reality on the ground, for both attendees and performers. On the one hand, the free festival congregation that overtook Max Yasgur’s New York dairy farm for three days in August 1969 radiates an enviable level of freelove, rock and roll abandon, plenty of LSD, and the warming sense of generational solidarity that feels like ancient history in t…
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