Many years ago, I visited a contemporary art museum which was featuring “art inspired by music”. One large room was covered in 60s-era psychedelic concert posters and photos of Woodstock. In the center of the room was an oblong mound of dirt with a speaker inside playing the sounds of Altamont. The piece was entitled “The End of the Summer of Love”.
It’s interesting that the 25th anniversary concert of the original Woodstock was muddy, upbeat, and full of early-90s hippie-dude good vibes, while the '99 version – at a shade-free Air Force base tarmac – was marred by violence, anger, and oppressive security. You’d think concert organizers would learn.
