They seem to have either their music or their history or both mixed up in Lafayette. A bunch of latter-day pseudo-freaks had a music festival:
LAFAYETTE, Ind. (WLFI) - Downtown Lafayette was overtaken by hundreds of people in tie-dye and bellbottoms, all celebrating a special Mosey Down Main Street.
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"I loved the music. Even though I wasn't a Woodstock hippie, I did relate to the music. I loved it. And it's still the best music going. That's what they say about us baby boomers, we never got over the 60's," said Beth Goodman.
But as the commenter at the end of the story noted, the music wasn't exactly of the Woodstock era. Instead of the Mamas and the Papas and the groovy Strawberry Alarm Clock, there was "one heavy metal screaming...one booth playing country, and booth playing upbeat hip hop kinda stuff...terrible...terrible Karoke..."
Oh, well. The best music is whatever you're in the mood for at any given moment. In my car CD player right now is "Kind of Blue." I don't know as I'd call it the greatest jazz album of all time, as many do -- maybe because I wore out the grooves of the double album in my early 20s, I'd give my unexpert nod to "Bitches Brew" -- but it makes me feel good. It's not exactly Woodstock material, either, but crank that puppy up and give me a tie-die T-Shirt with a peace sign, sub a little room-temperature shiraz for the weed, and I'll be a happy hippie for 40-some minutes.