this event was of some remarkable historical personal significance, since it occurred simultaneously with my first musical release...
It was all a craze, of course,
a most absurd idea of most immoderate proportions,
a phantasmagoria of surrealistic recklessness
to stage this concert of megalomania for an audience of five hundred thousand,
all well fed with food and drink and any drugs for half a week,
with children getting born during the concert and some others dying,
everything allowed, the music being anything and perfectly without self-criticism;
and still there was something spectacularly sane about this whole flipped-out event,
so many people gathered just for music's sake to be together in a ruse,
intoxicated like on something so out of the ordinary as a common trip
to never really get completely back again, and, for a number of them, never to recover.
None of us was there, and still it feels today as if it was but yesterday
and as a great historical concern for all of us, not thirty-seven years away,
but recently, and in that omnipresent zone of timelessness,
that you are constantly in touch with as a practising musician -
the idea was very good, no matter how it sounded
and whatever were the consequences.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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172. Woodstock - in restrospect after 37 years
It was all a craze, of course,
a most absurd idea of most immoderate proportions,
a phantasmagoria of surrealistic recklessness
to stage this concert of megalomania for an audience of five hundred thousand,
all well fed with food and drink and any drugs for half a week,
with children getting born during the concert and some others dying,
everything allowed, the music being anything and perfectly without self-criticism;
and still there was something spectacularly sane about this whole flipped-out event,
so many people gathered just for music's sake to be together in a ruse,
intoxicated like on something so out of the ordinary as a common trip
to never really get completely back again, and, for a number of them, never to recover.
None of us was there, and still it feels today as if it was but yesterday
and as a great historical concern for all of us, not thirty-seven years away,
but recently, and in that omnipresent zone of timelessness,
that you are constantly in touch with as a practising musician -
the idea was very good, no matter how it sounded
and whatever were the consequences.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
Read 955 times
Written on 2006-09-02 at 16:41
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