Riley pushed his wet blonde hair out of his eyes and shivered while drawing his fleece blanket tighter around his body. The hairs on his arms and legs felt like they were standing straight up from the goose bumps that were forming on his skin. Even though it was the middle of August, it was unusually cold tonight. It had been raining on and off since five PM, so the grass had disintegrated into the slippery mud that was oozing between his toes and ruining his bamboo mat. At least he had been smart enough to bring it – others were sitting directly on the grass and ruining their jeans. People were walking around with brown stains on their backsides, making it look like they didn’t make it to the bathroom. Even though, his jeans weren’t dirty, …show more content…
It’s called Woodstock.” “- surely isn’t this important. It’s just music. And besides, the news is telling me how horrible it is – the rain, the crowds, the drugs…” Riley sighed heavily. His mom usually did not get on his nerves, but right now Riley was very close to losing his temper. “Mom, the news reporters are liars, they’re all just fasc – never mind that. It’s not just music Mom, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Think about Roger Dal –“ “I don’t care about Roger Daltrey!” Riley took a sharp breath – not caring about Roger Daltrey, his favorite singer of all time, felt like a slap in the face. “He’s got a wonky nose and needs to put on a shirt. Jesus Riley, you dragged me out to Monterey two years ago, you don’t need to see him again. You’re coming home right now. And I’m taking away your turntable.” “I don’t care,” Riley said barely above a whisper. “I won’t need music for weeks after this. Please, Mom.” “No Riley, you’re coming home. You’re grounded. Get in your van and drive back home right now. You’re sixteen and you don’t need to with all of those…those crazy, drugged up hippies. I’m not letting …show more content…
However, the Grateful Dead had been playing for nearly an hour and a half before the amps overloaded. But it was great. Riley was at a loss for words, and he and the boy next to him couldn’t stop talking about it. In fact, they had talked throughout Creedence Clearwater Revival’s entire set, but they immediately stopped their chatter when it came time to Janis Joplin. Riley focused all of his attention onto the “Queen of Psychedelic Soul”. To him, she was a queen – a very beautiful one at that. His camera was nearly out of film because of her – the boy next to him probably went insane from the click, click, clicking. Someone told him it was about 3 AM now. Riley and his new acquaintance had agreed on sleeping through the next set to save their energy for The Who, because coming from experience, Riley knew he had to be awake for
Holiday’s career is cited to include significant complexity in regards to the standard social and cultural perspectives. The complexity of her life provides vital lessons on talent proliferation. Through Holiday, it is deducible that success in music depends on a variety of personal characteristics including self-determination, attitude, and one’s commitment to the career. Holiday made it in music owing to the love for music despite the limitations of her background ( Greene 18) . However, the misery of career affirms that social engagements posit potential impacts that can easily destruct the continuity of a singer’s determination in music ( Greene 19) . For instance, poor choice of social engagements facilitated the emergence of crucial miseries such as drug addiction and sexual abuse that fuelled her death. The unusual characteristics of her options are therefore cited as feasible lessons to the musicians in the present
artists such as Elvis Presley and Jerry Lee Lewis set the groundwork for what was to
John Sullivan and Chuck Klosterman are both very skilled and talented journalists, as I have already observed by the few essays that I have read by them. In Sullivan’s “The Final Comeback of Axl Rose,” he is describing his experience at one of Rose's comeback performances in New York with different band members mocking the originals, as well as digging up Axl’s past in Lafayette, Indiana. Klosterman’s piece, “The Pretenders,” isn’t so much about Axl Rose himself, but is focusing on the motivation behind tribute bands, specifically Paradise City, a Guns N’ Roses tribute. Throughout both of these essays, the authors have drastic tone shifts that greatly add to the messages within the pieces.
We then jump in the car that leaves my brother and I not enough space to stop arguing, but we always somehow manage to keep our eyes concentrated on our own side of the road watching as the buildings fade away and the cars pass by. Arriving then in the city of Chicago, I slide the window down, get fresh air and take in the Chicago city life that I never got and wish I did. Hearing the car come to a stop we each carry our 20 pound backpack to the festival, rushing to the bathrooms and finally going straight for the Miss Jackson stage that we always end up staying at until the last 3 hours at the main stage. The clock ticks to 6:30 while I watch the flow of people rush and panic for the front row seats they’ve been waiting for all this time. My ears then take a sudden jump and I realize the first performer has begun, and we take a moment to just relax because it’s the first time we’ve sat down since we’ve jumped out of the car to attend the Blues Festival. Song after song goes by in no time, and soon it’s the last performance of the night. Spending time on a chair for 2 hours, we stand, dance, sing, and enjoy this last hour of our night before it’s back on the road to good ole Waterford Wisconsin. I walk out of the park with my backpack 10 pounds lighter and my feet scraping the pavement because I’m worn out, but Chicago city wakes me up, getting to watch people ride their bikes, laying
The band was invited to perform on stage for an hour at the Midwest Clinic in front of an enormous audience. Truthfully, I hardly recall that portion of the trip. Even more truthfully, I, along with the rest of the band, was looking forward to that aspect of our vacation least of all. We had already played those pieces more times than any of us could possibly count, not that any of us would want to attempt to. Once the Pride’s season was over, we immediately began showing up for mandatory 7:00 rehearsals every morning, as well as after-school practices that often ended quite late at night. An hour is longer than ten minutes, but the experiences are parallel in nature. I will surely always remember going to the Clinic and being able to perform in such a professional setting.
Woodstock Music Festival was a music event in Bethel, New York that changed the way people live. During August of 1969, Woodstock swept the nation with not only talented musicians, but also many new thoughts and opinions on the world. This popular concert event introduced ideas of peace, unity, kindness, and togetherness. Woodstock not only made an impact on the United States, but led to change worldwide. It helped people overcome prejudices, informed people about the danger of drugs, led to safer and better prepared concerts, and started a chain of music events all around the world. On August 15 through 18 of 1969 in Bethel, White Lake, New York, the Woodstock Music Festival acted made a major impact and changed the way we live today. Woodstock acted as a catalyst for cultural and social change in the United States, and all over the world.
Riley get’s a guide to show her the way to the place where her job is located, and makes fun of him and how dorky he looks. “The one with the greasy, slicked-back hair and black nerd frames perched high on his nose, the glass of which was so thick and heavy it obscured
“Three days of peace and music” held in New York this is what describes the Woodstock festival. The musicians played for the audience for two dollars a ticket. In the beginning the Town's fathers of Woodstock, New York did not want the festival to be held in Woodstock. The crowd was a lot bigger than anyone had expected nearly 40,000 people showed up.Then the crowd of people grew to 500,000 people showing up (Kopper), this was due to the two dollar ticket price. The most famous people in music were there such as Bob Dylan and Jimi Hendrix performed.The popularity of this festival was also on the rise. Festivals such as, coachella that we have today is based around Woodstock. The downfall of where this was held, the ground got muddy from previous
As the intended event planner for Woodstock 2010, it is my responsibility to examine previous Woodstock events (1969, 1994, and 1999) to assist in my preparation for this event. Furthermore, by studying the past triumphs and failures, I can recreate the elements that worked and improve upon the elements that were failures. Indeed, close attention will be paid to identifying the most critical areas of concern, identifying three additional areas needing attention, and determining the previous event’s goals and objectives.
September 4, 2014. I stood amongst the sweat, the heat, the pushing, and the shoving. It was close to 7 in the evening now. My friends and I hadn’t suffered in humid and over ninety-degree weather like the others. Somehow we managed to get to the front. The security guards came every so often to give us water and we passed it around to our family. We were a family; yet, before this moment I had only known nine people. Six of them stood on the stage. This was my second twenty one pilots concert. I suffered for music, for the feeling of not being alone.
One summer morning, Jesse and Mitch--brother and sister--decided to enjoy an afternoon under the cooling shade of the Halifax Public Gardens. “Mitch,” exclaimed Jesse, “let’s go look at the bandstand, man!” Jesse is extremely tired from working long hours, attending summer school, and studying for the GRE (Graduate Record Examination). Furthermore, she genuinely wants to relax and savour the radiant, balmy day. They each bought a large ice cream, at the concession stand, and sat down on the benches near the fountain. “Just think of how many musicians have performed here over the years,” she mused.
It was a dark and gloomy start to November in the little town of Woodstock. The cold north wind started to howl like it always did when winter neared. As the alarm beeped Xavier rose gradually from his slumber. After a tasty breakfast, Xavier was ready to leave to the city. It was decided the night before that Xavier and his friends would meet up at old abandoned house around one o-clock, to explore it.
The Woodstock festival descended on Bethel, New York promising three days of peace and music. Event organizers anticipated 15,000 people would attend but were overwhelmed by the 300,000 people that flooded this rural area of New York state from August 15 -17, 1969. While these facts are well known and indisputable, the festival itself has proven to be a controversial endeavor. What began as a small business venture was soon brimming with the controversy of an entire decade. It becomes clear when examining the strikingly different accounts of the festival that reactions varied depending on the fundamental values and personal circumstances specific to each observer and to the
Avian didn’t like the mud. Wet earth everywhere was his constant complaint. It was on the muddied path he was traveling, coating the messy tree trunks of the forest around him, and weighing down the hem of his purple patchwork cloak draped around his shoulders. He and his sister, Jaxin, both were trudging through the thick slop, dragging their feet for neither of them had the will to continue this trek for much longer. A few miles back, Jaxin had lost one of her boots in a deep puddle, and was currently griping about the gunk stuck between her toes.
The box contained thin paper sleeves protecting large black discs, which exclaimed names like “The Rolling Stones”, “The Clash”, and “Talking Heads”. That was Gemma’s music. He’d tried listening to it before, but it had been difficult. He was trying to keep an open mind, but Thorin had never been a very open person, and Gemma’s punk rock was just too different from anything he’d ever known. Shockingly so. It was frightening music, with wailing guitars and… unconventional singing. Gemma had admitted to him that it wasn’t the most popular of music anymore, here on Earth. Thorin had also listened to “pop” music, and he hadn’t really enjoyed that either, because the music didn’t even sound like it was being made by real instruments. So far, he’d only enjoyed some of the classical stuff that