The Night Sly and the Family Stone Stole Woodstock at 3 AM
It is 3:30 in the morning at the edge of a rain-soaked field in upstate New York. Four hundred thousand souls are shivering in the suffocating Woodstock mud, exhausted by days of chaos, lack of sleep, and the relentless humidity of August 1969. The atmosphere is damp, stagnant, and fragile. The crowd has seen legends, … Read more