I was there, craziest 3 days of August I have ever had. I was 17, a Pennsylvania hillbilly. I had never seen anyone smoke pot, or some of the other going ons. 3 friends of mine and me heard about it and decided to go check it out. Cost me my ass and my car for my whole senior year. The old marine corp gunney whooped my ass and took my 63 Impala SS away, and it was my car, he didn't have a cent invested. Cocker was great, Sha Na Na, Joplin was ugly as the bottom of a scab, but she could wail. Hendrix was the man. The rain made a mess but was no problem, lots of fun watching the girls wash the mud off, no shyness at all. Damn the days of peace and love, WHAT HAPPENED TO THE WORLD? Sitting her listening to the 50's and 60's on Sirius as I type. Till this day I have never smoked a joint or done any other drugs. Drank enough beer to float an aircraft carrier though. Long live the 60's, got my first car, cut my first slice, and a million other memories.