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Woodstock Memories...
By Ed Matlack
Tuesday, August 12, 2008

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I was 15 and went to Woodstock...

 

I was fifteen years old, about to start my sophomore year at Ocean City High School in New Jersey. My parents both said absolutely not to my attending Woodstock up in New York State, but I was going, no matter what they said. A friend of mine was going as well, he was older and could drive and had some good acid to bring with him. That acid was to be distributed throughout the Woodstock concert for, as far as he told me, free.

That drive to New York was my first time to do acid and it was at the time, really cool and a fun thing. I spent the next few days, both during the trip north and during the first two and a half days so high that I remember so very little of the experience at Woodstock.

I know for some reason and somehow that I lost my virginity for the first time with multiple partners. I also, from what I have been told, did do of course the acid as I have alluded to herein, but I also smoked tai weed, drank way too much wine, beer and other assorted drinks. It was my first time to do speed and coke and eventually downers and all kinds of other pills. But being as young as I was, like most kids, I would live forever and enjoyed myself no end.

Anyway, though I even now recall very little with regards the first couple of days at Woodstock, I do recall that I did not eat any food for those days. And as I was coming down on the third and final day of the concert, I found myself quite hungry. All the drugs substituted for food or so I think now, but it was bound to catch up with me eventually, although I did get to eat at some time as you will understand by the explanation upcoming.

I have some faint recollection of sitting next to a guy who was eating hot dogs and baked beans from a large can and I guess I was salivating as the guy told me to screw off. This food was his and he was not going to part with it. I said to him that this whole event was a peace and brotherly love kinda gig and if we were brothers then brothers should share. Again I was told to get lost or something to that effect.

Well, not long after trying to get some of his food, an announcement came over the loud speaker system and stated that the brown acid (I think that is the color?) was not necessarily too good. Anyone that has been hitting that particular acid should go to the medical tent immediately. Well, I had been doing this light colored stuff, kinda like sugar cubes that my friend had brought with him so I was not worried.

But this other guy, that was eating the food and would not give it up, got all upset and ran to the med tent. I felt sorry for him, but he did leave his half can of beans and hot dogs sitting there on the grass. So I took advantage of his disadvantage & ate some before I shared it with others around me.

I have believed since in Karma and will remember that part of the Woodstock experience quite vividly. Though I cannot say when it was, what part or what actual day it was. And as I was still coming down from the previous days over-zealousness with drugs, alcohol and those first sexual trysts, I still remember how great that last day was.

I fell in love with one particular artists music and to this day I am still enamored over his killer guitar sounds. I still listen, usually quite loudly to Jimi Hendrix and try to buy anything and everything that still comes out from this talented artist, whom we lost way too young.

© ed ~ 8/12/08

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Reviewed by Linda Law 10/26/2008
jUst shows us that Woodstock made some tough people...if they survived it!! I wanted to go so bad too...but couldn't...too far...and besides I'd get chopped up and hidden in the basement if I had run off...so... glad you can tell about it...sortof...hehe... After visiting your site, I'm better able (???) to understand your ramblings and comments...hehe... are you still on acid?? hugs, lindalaw
Reviewed by Juliet Waldron 10/3/2008
Loved it, Ed!! I might have been there, but had an active racing 3 year old and a brand new baby. Our friends, who did try to go, never got there. They came back and spent the weekend at our place, eating "too many baby woodrose seeds." I cooked, washed dishes, and fed everyone--it was hard, but I was going through a spell of being everyone's Mama. Those were The Days! :)
Reviewed by 000 000 9/24/2008
The 70's were great! I guess since you did not have an xbox/cell phone/ipod you had to make your own fun...and you did. Poor Rufaz, his da-da is a strange puppy. Thanks for the link to Jimi.
CarolHawks
Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado 8/13/2008
That must have been some experience, Ed; well done! I am glad that you are able to remember what went on (mostly); I wouldn't!! LOLOLOL

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER 8/13/2008
No wonder Ed never grew, you stole all his food, and what's with that rubber thingy, you didnt' wear them in those days did ya? Anyway, I am amazed at your memory being as good as it is, one would have thought all that acid would've had eating a whole or two in that brain of yours. But you lived man, that's what's important.
Bless you! Jasmin Horst
Reviewed by Georg Mateos 8/13/2008
You never gave back that rubber boots you loan so you could dance in the mud as you eat those PeeWee hotdogs!

Edvard
Reviewed by Felix Perry 8/13/2008
Loved it. I was too far away and too young to get there but I loved everything about it and all the "mini" Woodstocks that branched out all over the world because of it. It changed not only a nation but the world...and yea Hendrix was the man...

Fee
Reviewed by Marge Fulton 8/13/2008
Hey... great read. I lived in N.Y. then but didn't go to Woodstock. My partying days came later in college. We knew a girl who got pregnant at Woodstock. Relax about that!
It takes courage to write about all that. Amazing time... a true renaissance with a kick!
Reviewed by Mr. Ed 8/13/2008
Most interesting, Bro!

PS I'll add those beans and hot dogs to the list of things you still owe me!!
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson 8/12/2008
Like Eileen said, well written, but back then
you probably didn't write squat.
I'm glad i didn't go to Woodstock.
I dig Jimmy myself, but it's sad great talent is
wasted because of drugs.
Glad your here and now Ed....
RA
Reviewed by E T Waldron 8/12/2008
I'm glad you lived to tell about it Ed. Also glad Rufuz didn't have to see you like that;-) At least now you know what you're doing(I hope;-)Well written memoir!...ET





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