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Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Did I ever tell you about Woodstock?

Dear Reader,

Let me tell you about my memories concerning Woodstock.
So, I was being brought home.  Where home was I did not know but I did know it was a terrible place.  I was in a car, it was just a car like any car without air-conditioning.  I was a tiny girl at the time and as usual with the heat and smell of the carbon and the motion sickness, I got sick and asked for what my mother usually gave me:: a doctor prescribed gravel pill to cure motion sickness.  The men, I believe there were two of them already felt bad taking me "home" I thought.  I told them that it was not my home any more and I told them a really great story and it certainly sounded real to them but if I could not come up with some real substantial proof they could do nothing but send me back "home".  This distressed me enormously I remember but what happened exactly I do not remember.
Suffice it to say, because the day was really hot and I was really nauseous and the situation was really quite tragic in regards to me the two men did an unusual thing.  One said to just stop the car on the side of the road and we would take a little walk to clear our minds. They parked the car and we started walking.  All of us were walking.
It felt great. I don't anything could have felt better than the fresh wind and he freedom of walking and the coolness and the solid ground.  It felt great.  All I wanted to do is walk.  And the two gentlemen, who were also distressed, really felt good walking too.
This is when the extraordinary started. All of a sudden we are walking on a really busy highway two men and small child.  A man stops his car and asks us what we are doing.  We said we are tired of the car and the traffic and the motion sickness. You have to understand that this was a really hot day.  The gentleman said that sounded like a capital idea and he left his car too at the side of the road and started walking enjoying the fresh breeze and the shade and the freedom.  then another car stopped and then another and then another until there was a huge amount of people walking just walking down the highway with their cars left at the side of the road.
It turned out we were close to Detroit.  You know motor town.  And as luck would have it a man comes by in a tow truck for cars.  And he said that he could take every single car that was left on the side of the road.  I mean every single car and tow away and put away so that it could be safely kept until people came back to  claim them.  We were incredulous because there were a really huge amount of people already. But he continued to say that because we were in the car manufacturing capital of the world they could take no problem all the cars left and the side of the road and not only that they would give me a free tune up.  every single one.  And so the numbers increased to a extraordinary amount of people just walking down the road. I believe with the two gentleman and me in front of them.  Let me tell you at that particular moment we felt euphoric and I remember that one of the men should his good feeling by just lifting me up on his shoulders as we lead the crowd.  It felt very good.
Finally someone said we have to stop somewhere. We can't just walk forever and someone suggested that there was a great open field in his hometown of Woodstock.  In this field they often held large concerts.  And so we went to Woodstock to play music and that's how the festival came to be.  It is a very famous music festival with hundreds of thousands of people.
By that age I was already an accomplished musician and much to my own surprise I was very comfortable on the large stage and I met once again the Monarch of India.  It was at this event that I composed and sung the very first rendition of the following song (I don't remember exactly the title but can it be
"The Child's Complaint"?
It goes like this:

"So you think its fine
Building jumbo planes
taking a ride
On a cosmic plane
Oh you make em fast
And you make em tough
But they just go on and on don't you think we've had enough.

I know we've come a long way
we're changing day to day
But tell me
Where do the children play?

The song would be credited to another group I know later (could it be Offenbach?)  But I was the original composer.  and I composed it a Woodstock.  The very first one.  When I was a small child.

By the way I would meet my friend the Maharajah of India again on the stage.


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