How could I overlook it? It was forty years ago! I frolicked in the mud at Woodstock, swaying to the music of Crosby, Stills, and Nash, twitching to the music of Joe Cocker, jumping to the music of Country Joe and the Fish. Those were the days.
I'm thinking now about promoting a big rock concert in my beets fields, a kind of In Seine 2010. Gotta make some contacts . . .
-Old Gargoyle
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