Woodstock was undoubtedly, the greatest musical phenomena of the twentieth century. Nineteen-sixty- nine was a summer of belief. A summer of magic. It sprouted like mushrooms, a culture of love and peace to bathe the battle-weary heads in life’s sweet celebration. We know the story. We were half-a-million strong when we arrived at Woodstock. But […]
Read MoreI was sweating profusely, baking inside an Ice King costume, surrounded by walls of women all shapes and sizes with barely any room to dance. We were all on slow boil, dripping in heat, playing with balloons, and yelling out lyrics to songs we vaguely remember. This is sibling love.
Read MoreFrom Asheville, North Carolina to Snaggy Mountain and Back to Woodruff, South Carolina – By The Late Mitchell Warren…”It’s enough to make an old cynic like Late Mitchell Warren smile in relief, that maybe, if we give love a chance, the world might look like colorful mushrooms rather than ending in a mushroom cloud.”
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