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Woodstock at Tribeca: “The Times They Are A-Changin’ ”
It was by then the early morning of August 16, 1969. After spending the night frolicking in Central Park with me mates, I scurried to my ramshackle, walkup apartment with its bathtub in the kitchen, to bundle together some necessities to head to Woodstock. Sadly, Hypnos, the god of sleep, overpowered my sensibilities, and I conked out.
My impatient pals had absconded, I missed my ride, and instead of bopping to Jefferson Airplane and Creedence Clearwater, I was forlornly traipsing to see Easy Rider at an Eastside theater very much alone on a lovely summer day. (I did, though, make it to The Isle of Wight the following year to see the Doors and Tiny Tim. A compensation of sorts.)
I thought I had stopped kicking myself over that lost weekend, but now comes the latest documentary on the landmark concert, Barak Goodman’s very thorough Woodstock: Three Days that Defined a Generation, and my loss is felt once again.
Goodman’s briskly paced take spotlights numerous performances (e.g. Joan Baez; Santana; Crosby, Stills, and Nash), while avoiding…