Attended the first in 1969. Flew back home to New Hampshire from a summer of bumming around Alaska, and hitched down to Bethel for music and magic under the sun, moon, stars and ... rain. A seminal experience.

One of the most indelible memories now etched in my mind, is turning to leave the Woodstock festival -- after Jimi's incredible closing set… and mind-blowing rendition of the "Star Spangled Banner" -- looking back down the hill at the emptying stage, sparse and dwindling crowd, and remnants of belongings on the mud, trampled ground. Magical. Will always be with me.

Peace, love, and unity…