Have you seen the posters for the 40th anniversary Woodstock tour? OK, whatever, Woodstock. Enjoy, you (formally formerly) hairy (now balding) weirdoes. Put your new $200 tie die T-shirts on, or pull your old ones taut over your now expansive guts, and sing along with the old tunes as you weep over how you were the beautiful caring generation that was going to change the world but didn’t because you were too busy smoking dope and chasing tail and attacking your parents (who actually fought real Nazis) as fascists all while living on their credit cards. Boody-hoo. Then relive the wonder of it all when it’s rerun ad nauseum as a PBS fundraising special for the next five years.
But seriously, the reunion tour is called “The Heroes of Woodstock”? Heroes? In what hellish context are bands that played at Woodstock ‘heroes’? For the love of Pete, just die already, you sorry, arrogant, self-mythologizing bastards.
Affectionately yours,
Ken