40 years later, a little Woodstock rises. The names haven’t changed, just the hair.
Gathering of the Vibes Saturday. 20,000 plus had a great time outside on the water in Bridgeport Ct, complete with Leon Helms, Bob Weir and muddy Wookies.
(Hiding in my little purple tent)
I love outside concert festivals, the music, the people, the fresh air, the vendors. I do hate the porta-potties. At the concert I saw people passed booze, passed joints, passed 50, passed penguins, passed Orcas, passed giant worms, and passed out.
At concerts I found out that if you give people enough time and drugs you can make anything glow.
The Dead lives on, and on and on…