Martin Scorsese, one of the editors, attests that “ without the film, the concert would notbe morethan afootnote to the social and cultural history of the 1960s — represented by a still photo in a picture book, a line or two in the history books. What the movie did, and continues to do, ts distill the Woodstock experience, and, more important, keep it vibrant and alive. ”
More pertinent perhaps are the words of arch-druid and hippie chief Jerry Garcia : “ Woodstock ... it’s a Biblical epical unbelievable kindof thing ! ”
The quasi-celebrity status of Woodstock — the town, not the event — rests on the compelling myth of sacred ground which ignores the inconvenient truth that the festival actually happened elsewhere. Since moving to New York City in 2006, I have become a frequent visitor to Woodstock. Something draws me there. It is simultaneously compelling and repellent, in a word, *uncanny, *as the relations between “ self ” and “ it ” become charged.
– “ Tie-Dye in my Arm, ” Mark Beasley, Bulletins of The Serving Library #4, 2012
VHS cassette, Woodstock Movie, 1992, 19.7 x 11.2 cm