Posted 29 January 2013 - 10:19 PM
it's a very sad day for Leslee and the entire festival community.
Roy died this afternoon after a tough battle with cancer. Leslee is very close
with her father. he owned yasgur's farm and held many woodstock reunions on his
farm each august.
he also attended vibes and we were lucky to have him stay at camp cluster with the
whole gang. he was a generous, gregarious man and will be missed terribly.
Posted 16 April 2013 - 03:51 PM
PG:
Black Muddy River When the last rose of summer pricks my finger, And the hot sun chills me to the bone, When I can't hear the song for the singer, And I can't tell my pillow from a stone, I will walk alone by the black muddy river, And sing me a song of my own, I will walk alone by the black muddy river, And sing me a song of my own. When the last bolt of sunshine hits the mountain, And the stars start to splatter in the sky, When the moon hits the southwest horizon, With the scream of an eagle on the fly, I will walk alone by the black muddy river, And listen to the ripples as they moan, I will walk alone by the black muddy river, And sing me a song of my own. Black muddy river, roll on forever, I don't care how deep or wide, if you've got another side, Roll muddy river, roll muddy river, black muddy river, roll. When it seems like the night will last forever, And there's nothing left to do but count the years, When the strings of my heart begin to sever, And stones fall from my eyes instead of tears, I will walk alone, by the black muddy river, And dream me a dream of my own, I will walk alone, by the black muddy river, And sing me a song of my own, sing me a song of my own
