On the day of the music festival, there were tens of thousands of strange city people. Li Changgui and the people who sold mineral water and tea and eggs were all obediently staying outside the venue. What's so good about these idiots and rumblings? Li Changgui took aim at the stranger, and opened his mouth to raise the price of roasted sweet potatoes from 50 cents to 5 yuan. Someone always asks where the toilet is, so he asks the younger son to take the person home, and the fat wife sits at the gate of the Maokeng to collect money, 1 yuan for a small size, 2 yuan for a large size, and 5 yuan for a stack of straw paper. If someone complains that your paper is enough to grind your feet and it's so expensive... The fat wife put on her hips and said, "God damn it! You don't need a piece of paper if you have the ability?!" After the music festival ended, the eccentrics also dispersed. Li Changgui made some money, how much? He straightened up while cleaning the dungeon, staring at the broom in his hand without making a sound. He didn't want to tell you that at this time, the fat wife who was counting money in the yard shouted, "God damn it! We've made a fortune!
" Li Changgui and his fat wife are the ones who understand the essence of Woodstock the most.
When everyone was still lusting after the late Ang Lee movie "Making Woodstock", the Chinese version of the original film adaptation came out first. I grabbed this book from a GAY friend, flipped to a page that he must be rubbing for a long time, and wrote in bold strokes: "I have a fantasy, hoping that one day, a certain rich and beautiful man will fall from the sky, and from then on I will be happy and prosperous all my life. .” The author of this biographical literature, Elliot Tieber, was the venue provider for the Woodstock music festival, the repressed gay artist who hid in New York in the 1960s, and had to return to his hometown on weekends to transform into a suffering Small motel owners tortured by poverty.
The town of White Lake is 90 miles away from New York. Tib's parents began buying land here in 1955 and built the largest motel in the area, the Monaco Motel. However, the streets here are dilapidated and sparsely populated, and the motel has never been fully occupied. There is a sign at the front desk: "Cash only, no refunds", and suddenly found that there are no towels, hot water, TV, telephone in the room, and it can be opened normally. The key to the door... When the guests came to complain, Tiber's mother, a fat Russian woman, shouted: "You think a man who crawled through a 20-foot snowdrift in Minsk, Russia, has only a few in his pocket. There are tsarist military police behind the cold potatoes chasing the mother who went all the way to the United States, will you give you a refund? Do you think I am the tsar?" At this time, Tiber's father silently climbed up the roof and started repairing the asphalt... making
ends meet lasted for 14 On July 15, 1969, after participating in a police riot at a gay bar in New York City, Elliott Tiber called Woodstock Music Festival founder Mike Long. There was a piece of news in the paper that the music festival originally scheduled for Waukele was temporarily canceled, and Woodstock was in dire need of a new location. Tiber has both land and permits. The music festival is set at White Lake. At first it said there were 50,000 people, then 100,000, 200,000... and finally 1 million. Monaco Motel is the world's official ticketing point and hot camp, and at first Tiber's mother yelled at the complaining hippie: "You think a snowdrift 20 feet from Minsk, Russia..." Later, as long as there is a The place is content and the money is too much to count. Tiber's dad took a baseball bat and turned his old man back into masculinity after driving out protesters. Tiber, after welcoming countless gay and bisexual companions, took advantage of the HIGH energy of marijuana to kiss a handsome guy from New York in front of his parents...
The best part is reading books. The original "Making Woodstock" blew me away, and at the 40th anniversary, too much meaning, chronicle, and uncontrolled lyricism all paled in front of this touching little character. The aftermath of Woodstock's spread to China is not only Midi, Modern Sky, the small legs, colorful stockings, and cockscomb heads at the Strawberry Music Festival, but also Li Changgui and his fat wife outside the Zhangbei Music Festival. At the end, Dad Tiber lies in his hospital bed and says,
"I have only one thing to ask of you. When I'm gone, I want to be buried in the direction of Woodstock. You know that Jew right next to Max's farm. Little cemetery? That's where I want to be. The music festival was the best day of my life, and you made it."
"No, Dad," Tiber replied, "we made it. You and I ."
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