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Another conversation with my mother

"So it's the 40th anniversary of woodstock..."

"So what. We do this every ten years. As if we're suddenly covering new ground. The only people I would have wanted to see were Santana and Jimi Hendrix."

"Well, there were 400,000 people there. That's a lot of people. I've never been to a music festival with that many people."

"There were over a million at the March on Washington! Do you see all of us getting nostalgic every single time the calendar turns?"

I hit the Woodstock Wiki...

"You would have hated the Friday lineup. Joan Baez and Arlo Guthrie were the only ones I recognized."

"Boring."

"Saturday looked like fun. Santana. I know you found the Grateful Dead to be dull as watching paint dry. But you liked Creedence Clearwater Revival."

"True. Credence was good."

"And Janis. You love Janis."

"Huh. I thought she was already dead by then."

"What about the The Who?"

"Not worth the mud."

"Jefferson Airplane?"

"Ok, they were good." (ed note: my mother likes to pretend that "We Built This City" was written and performed by people who had nothing to do whatsoever with anything related to Jefferson Airplane.

"Well, looking at this, it's a good thing that you weren't there on Sunday. Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young followed by a Neil Young set. I think you would have slit your wrists."

"Shoot me. That just sounds like torture."

"Joe Cocker?"

"Hated him."

"Really...? uh, ok, Hendrix you liked... um. The Band and Blood Sweat and Tears would have been cool...."

"Yeah. They were good."

"Well, it could have been fun."

In related but unrelated news, given the current length of my hair, I have decided to be Stevie Nicks for the Party Like a Rock Star. I have to find some shawls and flowey skirts.


*I think she refers to the one on November 15, 1969 to protest Vietnam, but it could have been one of the others. My fuzzy understanding of my mother in the 60s was that she was in college in West Virginia for the first part (taking a summer in DC to be a White House intern), at NIH being an important scientist for the middle and last part, and marching and/or protesting throughout. She has a dim view on hippies, hated folk music, and 1969 is important to her not for the Summer of Love, but for the fact that she met my dad on a near-disasterous blind date at some point in the fall. Huh. I wonder if we should have a party for that....It is possible that my version of her sixties experienc and hers may differ.

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lovelypoet
Aug. 14th, 2009 07:41 pm (UTC)
See, and every year I just give my father crap for missing his ride and that he shouldn't mock me for traveling for shows since I've got a lot to make up for in light of his massive affront to the concert gods.

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erbie
Aug. 14th, 2009 09:34 pm (UTC)
Summer of Love was 1967. I only know that because I was born at the beginning of it.
datawhorevoyeur
Aug. 14th, 2009 10:17 pm (UTC)
"There were over a million at the March on Washington! Do you see all of us getting nostalgic every single time the calendar turns?"

Your mom cracks me up.
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