𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐒 ↬ нѕ

▹ some dance to remember.

song: Nothin' but a good time
by Poison

New York
Late summer 1994

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Rock and Roll.

Summer of '94 is a year that will forever go down in history. Just yesterday I was back home shopping for school supplies in Crossville, Tennessee. Now I'm standing in the middle of a mosh pit in a completely different state, jumping around and dancing to the electric guitar and addictive music, here at Woodstock's final show.

I'm living every single hippie child's dream. Even the posters and advertisements read my two favorite words. "Two more days of Peace and Music." I mean, what's better than that? Other than free drinks, and meeting new people who have similar interests as you, even though you won't see them again after today.

After my boyfriend Elliot and I arrived here last night, we slept in the bed of his red pickup truck. We woke up to our bodies soaked from the rain, and our sleeping bags useless as they weighed nearly two hundred pounds from being drenched. This morning for breakfast we ate dramatically overpriced pizza, and then began our adventure through the muddy rain-soaked ground.

The people here are different, they're friendly but different than they are back home. Each direction you look, someone's strumming their guitar in the tents and cars that surround us. While other strangers dance around to the sound of it as they wait in lines to use the restrooms that had run out of toilet paper ages ago.

But besides being soaking wet, feeling the dirt dry up on my skin as we walk through the mud bath to reach the stage, I'm having the most fun I've had in a really long time. Music is my passion, it's a form of therapy, and it means so much to me. Woodstock isn't something you can experience back home in Tennessee. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. I can't believe he brought me here.

Oh! I completely forgot to mention the fact this is Woodstock's twenty-fifth anniversary. So of course, the music starting off the festival is full of nostalgia for the older folks that came. The music is supposed to cash in old memories. And luckily for me, I grew up with a hippie mom and a junkie dad. This is basically heaven for me.

Over hundreds and thousands of people ended up coming. Supposedly only one hundred thousand people purchased tickets, around two hundred dollars each. Then five hundred thousand people showed up and came in for free. Elliot and I don't have that kind of money, so I guess you could say we were one of the lucky ones.

He hadn't even expected us to get in. He drove us up here for the weekend because he'll be leaving for collage soon. I think he was planning on driving by, hoping to hear some of the music play. He knows how much I love it. But when we saw people coming in for free we followed behind and it somehow worked out in our favor. Hence why we lacked a tent and ended up sleeping in the uncomfortable bed of his dad's old truck.

When we arrived around midnight, we found a spot to park beside a bunch of people's tents and other cars they had slept in. There was really no point in sleeping though. Too many people were singing, shredding their electric guitars, and getting ready to walk to the stage around three. We had no idea who was playing, but it sounded legendary by the way people were speaking about it.

We wasted barely any time after seeing the crowds start to form. We started making our way to the stage, avoiding the media tents, and holding each other close as people started pushing ahead of us. I was never the type of person who had to be in the front row. I actually preferred to be toward the back.