The Night Sly and the Family Stone Electrified the Woodstock Mud
It was 3:30 in the morning, and the air at Woodstock hung heavy with the scent of damp earth, patchouli, and utter exhaustion. Nearly half a million souls were pressed together in a sea of mud, shivering under a dark, starless New York sky. The utopian dream of 1969 was teetering on the edge of … Read more