Woodstock Meets Obama: Let’s Keep It A “Moment” And Not A “Movement”


Carlos Santana performing at Woodstock.

Many people view the 1960s as the decade that started our nation’s descent into self-indulgence and balkanization.

The History Channel’s November 25th special Woodstock: Now And Then is instructive in this regard: What better way to document the lifestyle of that first generation of spoiled American children (they run our universities and government now, you know – they and their devotees) than to spend a couple of hours weaving our way through that most signature of music festivals?

So Fire up one of your fine smokeables, get naked, and take a swim in the pond of unadulterated hedonism that marked those few days in August, 1969.

I’m sure it was fun. I was too young to attend, but the chicks look fine.

And the tunes?  Awesome! Watch  guitarist Carlos Santana and 19-year-old drummer Michael Shrieve take it to the house in this intense rendition of Soul Sacrifice:

Shrieve might look like a meaty and aging Chicago bartender in 2009, but caught on this most perfect of days, he was definitely in his element, and no one can ever take that away from him.

Santana lets the show’s producers in on a little secret:

“Uh, like most people,  I was peaking on, uh, Mescaline.”

Yeah. And his guitar was, like, turning into a writhing and uncontrollable snake.

Cool.

To his credit, though, he nails it, just like Shrieve.

It is an amazing performance, of which there were more than a few during the days of August 15th through the 18th.

Taken as a one-time extravaganza, I don’t have a problem with the whole Woodstock happening.

As Greg Jackson, who covered the festival for ABC News says,

“…Woodstock was a moment. I don’t think you can say it was a movement.”

But the radical turncoats of that era (and their acolytes, including President Obama and his Commissars and Czars) don’t want to give up the idea of a Woodstock Nation all that easily.

This Most Selfish Generation in our lifetime is all about taking under the guise of sharing. Witness Obamacare and the stultifying taxation proposals on the achievers of our society. Watch the hatred and contempt for our soldiers and other protectors. See the logical extension of peacenik behavior to the apology tour our Commander-In-Chief has been on since the day he took office.

Whether you listen to the participants or the starry-eyed attendees, this drug, mud, and vomit-splattered tribute to excess was an absolutely perfect self-contained world, and why can’t we all live like that?

Michael Wadleigh, the director of the film that covered the concert, tells us that,

“The 60’s in America were fantastic. I feel so lucky to have grown up in that period. So many ideas came out of it. The anti-war movement, the gender movement, civil rights. The Woodstock Generation, I think, has been a total success. My particular frustration is that we desperately need another Woodstock Generation.”

I thought we already had it. Like a really grotesque acid trip, all we can hope for is that it will be over soon.

It probably won’t be that easy. The intelligentsia have their vision, after all.

Gail Collins, a columnist for the New York Times, sums it up thusly:

“I went to the inauguration, and thought, ‘Wow, it’s just like Woodstock. Tens of thousands of people and they’re all happy and we’re here to really get along well. We’re all in this together.’”

Unfortunately so.