I was a bit saddened to see that the 50-year redux of the Woodstock concert succumbed to a variety of setbacks and won’t be held this month. While there was never any realistic expectation that a reiteration of the festival could ever capture the magic of those three days of “peace, love and music”, the level of nostalgia for those days was palpable among many of our generation. I missed the original - at sixteen years of age being just a wee bit too young to appreciate the import of the festival (not to mention getting parental permission to absent myself and travel to New York for three days.) Of course, the later release of the album and movie had a significant impact on my youthful musical education. A group of friends and I once even dismantled and wired two speakers at the local drive-in theater into the speakers of Donny’s van to get the full benefit of watching those rock and roll greats on a gigantic screen combined with a pseudo-stereo listening experience.