Musings: Woodstock Reminds Me that I am Aging
So I must be living under some kind of rock, but while I was at Barnes & Noble today I just realized that its the 40th anniversary of Woodstock.
I was born in 1981, so obviously I wasn’t alive when the first Woodstock took place, but I was alive 15 years ago when they had the 25th anniversary concert. I remember this because it was 7th grade. I never miss an excuse to have a party, and I had delayed the celebration of my half-birthday, which is in March (I’m certainly NOT celebrating any half-birthday’s these days!). IN order to commemorate the occasion, I had a fabulous sleep over party with all of my tweeny bopper friends, and my parents were nice enough to let us get Woodstock on Pay-per-View. We also watched My Boyfriend’s Dead which was awful, but I believe we though that Matthew McConaughey was cute and that’s why we watched it. My parents probably would not have been so keen on us watching Woodstock it if they knew that Shannon Hoon from Blind Melon was going to be exposing himself to the crowd and people were going to be crowd surfing buck naked. I imagine it going very similarly to when my Dad came home when I was 17, and my friends and I were watching Boogie Nights. I told him it was a documentary, he didn’t buy it.
Twelve was an awkward age, and I would never want to go back to it. But there’s something to be said about when your biggest problem was the fact that a boy who peaked at 13 didn’t like you, when something as simple as watching Blind Melon on Pay-per-View or watching a crappy movie made you happy. But maybe its just a reminder to simplify my life.
Or maybe its just a fantastic memory, and just not that deep.
