That most venerable of hippie towns.
The gig was at a place called the Joyous Lake; it was a little rusty, as we haven’t played in a month, but better to be rusty in Woodstock than at Madison Square Garden.
Odds are good that one day I’ll be a well-to-do greying hippie, which means I may very well live in Woodstock. Great town. Great soup. Decent bagels. My old friend Kate Hyman, a genius A&R woman, now sits on the town council.