Happy Woodstock.

Woodstock was occurring exactly right now 40 years ago. How I wish I had have been alive.

In honour of the three day, peaceful, talent racked hippie-fest, Song of the Week goes to Jefferson Airplane's White Rabbit, a eerie sounding song dominated by Grace Slick's powerful vocals issuing blatant LSD references. One of my favourite songs. Go ask Alice.

Oddly enough, this song made it onto my Canadian History exam as one of the terms we had to define. It's not Canadian, but the culture of the 60s permeated the Canadian collective, so it was relevant. Plus my Can Hist prof is just that amazing. I, you might guess, had no trouble defining it. The trouble came later in the exam when I was trying to think of who exactly Joseph Howe was and I kept imagining him as a hookah smoking caterpillar.

Anyways, another song I ought to mention is Woodstock by Joni Mitchell. The reason the song probably sounds so sad is because Joni wasn't actually there. At the insistence of her manager, she played a different gig whilst Woodstock went on without her. Poor thing.

Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young (a band that did, in fact, perform on the hallowed grounds of Yasgur's farm) did a cover of this song. It's also super sweet.


Right well, peace.