Taking Woodstock Page #7
let us share your music
with all your friends and your
parents, here in White Lake.
Now we would like
to introduce to you
here at the El Monaco this summer,
the Earthlight Players,
who have adapted Anton
Chekhov's classic, Three Sisters,
to a contemporary,
happening interpretation,
and they would like now to share
a part of that experience with you.
Ladies and gentlemen,
the Earthlight Players.
Artifice and imagination!
Truth and fiction!
The players play!
But you, the audience,
you sit and judge.
You sit and judge.
You sit and judge.
But the revolution requires
the roles must be reversed!
The players
are the judges now.
Your revelry must end, and your
souls will be bared for all to see.
Christ who died for you,
but not for me!
Now we are Christ!
Our nakedness
will reveal your own.
Indecent legions of decency!
Indecent legions of decency!
Fascist pornographers!
Fascist pornographers!
Racist warmongers!
Racist warmongers!
Republican cocksuckers!
Republican cocksuckers!
Indecent legions of decency!
Indecent legions of decency!
Fascist pornographers!
Fascist pornographers!
Put your clothes back on.
Billy. Billy.
Jesus Christ.
Racist warmongers!
Fascist pornographers!
Fascist pornographers!
Billy!
Billy!
Get your ass down here!
Get your ass down here!
Billy!
Everything is gone...
Annie?
Elliot. Namaste.
Hi, Elliot.
Namaste, dear Elliot.
Hey, Georgette.
How are we doing?
Hey, Elliot.
Hey, guys.
Hey.
Here.
Hey.
Thanks.
All right.
Where we going with these?
Barn.
Stan and your theater guy set
up some medical volunteers.
The combination of the bare
feet and the brown acid...
Real.
Yeah.
Anyway, I hope you don't mind, we
just were grabbing everything we can.
And your mom gave me
these blankets.
My mom? Gave?
Yeah. She's cool.
Hey.
Hey, Dad?
Dad.
The New York State Thruway
has been backed up all the way
from the George Washington
Bridge to the Catskills exits,
and from there,
Police are now planning
to put into effect
a first-ever emergency
closing of the entire Thruway.
We go now to John Stevens,
who is in the field...
Ma, you okay?
The nisht-gute...
Evil!
You seen the chicken legs
on some of these hairy people?
Mom, they're kids,
not evil spirits.
You don't know!
They've made all the roads one-way
now, Elli, one-way just to Max's.
God forbid,
what if your father
should have a heart attack
from all this running around?
He couldn't get
to the hospital.
You're really worried
about him, aren't you?
Him? It's you
who brought this.
How will you live
with the guilt?
Hit him in the kisser, hit him
in the guts, nine, ten, out!
Hey. Give me three.
How you doing, Dad?
How should I be doing?
I haven't slept in three days, my hip
is killing me, and the beer's warm.
So, you're good? Yeah, I'm
good. Hand me that bottle.
You're ready for one?
How you doing, kid?
I haven't slept in three
days, the beer's warm,
up, but my hip is killing me.
So, you're good?
Come on, Elliot.
I'm standing near the
intersection of Route 17B and 55,
where state authorities now estimate
that perhaps half a million kids
have already made it
to the White Lake area,
and there's another million trying to
get here who will just never make it,
putting upstate communities in an
uproar at this major hippie invasion.
Bob!
Bob!
What's this all about?
We got the permit pulled, you idiot!
We're shutting this thing down!
But there's a half a million
people over at Max's.
How do you think
they're gonna react?
That's the same thing
the cops said...
Before they laughed at us
as if we were children.
So we're doing it
ourselves!
Right.
Hi, Elliot!
Come on.
Not so tough anymore,
are you?
Come on, you.
Go to hell!
F*** you, old man!
You get off my property,
you thugs.
You f*ggot freak.
Hippie lover!
This is where
we rinse the sheets.
Hey, brother.
You hear that?
It's starting.
Elli,
you should go.
What?
To Max's.
I can't.
You guys would...
We can take care
of things here.
Dad...
You go.
Go see this thing.
Go.
See what the center
Yeah, sure.
Wow.
Bet you thought you were just gonna
drive right up to the thing, huh?
Actually, my family,
we own the motel here.
The El Monaco, huh?
So you're the guy they're all
blaming for bringing all this here.
Governor just declared this
Yeah, it's a disaster. I'm
the disaster guy, officially.
No kidding. I was looking
forward to just coming up here
hippies over the head.
But instead,
I don't know.
I must be getting
high off the fumes.
Peace, man.
See what I mean?
Groovy.
and check it all out.
On foot? Lt'll take you
all afternoon with this crowd.
Here.
Thanks.
Officer.
What do you say to all those
young men fighting in Vietnam
while you're here
enjoying yourselves?
We're waging peace, man. We're
teaching peace to the world.
You think they're gonna understand
that? While they're bleeding and dying?
Why won't they...
Find your buddy, girls!
The innocent people
of North Vietnam...
Bombs for peace!
Bombs for peace!
War bombs for peace!
War bombs for peace!
Yeah,
dream on there, buddy.
Hey, it could happen.
I know you can do it.
Come on, just for fun.
Okay, thank you.
Thank you, Sister.
Peace to you.
Thank you.
God bless you.
Come on, burn them, sisters!
Burn your bras and read this!
You've gotta join
this demonstration.
Stop the pollution.
Keep our rivers clean.
Hey, man.
Hey.
Hey.
You look thirsty.
I am.
Thanks.
Have you guys been down
to see the festival yet?
We're cool,
and we'll get there again.
We got to the top of the hill,
and looked down at the sea,
and the tiny little people on stage
with their waves of tiny electric voices.
Like ants making thunder,
man. It was cool.
But you couldn't really tell
who was jamming down there.
And we left our trip
in the car.
And the sh*t they're passing
around down there, not quality.
Ours is beautiful.
I see you have California
plates. Is that where you're from?
There, and New Mexico...
And Oregon.
You're from everywhere.
We're from everywhere.
You're from everywhere.
I'm from here.
You're from here, man.
That's so cool.
I guess so.
Man,
you're amazingly from here.
Here, man,
take a ride to here and now.
Eight miles high.
I'm actually
What the heck.
Hey.
Come on in, sit.
So...
Yeah?
You sure that was acid?
It just takes a while.
Hey, let's listen to some
of our own sounds.
What? What's that?
Hey, it's okay.
Just breathe.
Hey, it's okay,
just breathe.
It's okay, just breathe.
Just breathe.
Hey, it's okay.
It's okay.
Just breathe.
Where are my arms?
Where's my arm?
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