Day 78: Tonight we all gathered at R's to celebrate the first of the Last Days of J. MH, JudoMike, and GM, along with my own noble self, gathered at R's place, and spent the evening watching an incredibly kick-ass documentary, Woodstock (1970). This was a tour-de-force, apparently consisting, originally, of over 120 MILES of film. It was eventually edited down to 184 minutes, and it's well worth an evening, just to experience the joy, peace, and love that the music festival brought to upstate New York for three days in August of 1969. The hippies were entirely unapologetic about being hippies, loving their youth and their bodies and their music, and really, deeply, fundamentally not caring about the almighty dollar.
But - as LeVar told us many, many times - you don't have to take my word for it: the movie has an average rating of 100% fresh on Rotten Tomatoes, which makes it number 41 on the list of top documentaries of all time (weirdly, it suffers from a lack of reviews, as the 1970 film review count can't compete with modern fare: Man on a Wire (2008), has the same exact score, but with more than three times as many reviews, all positive. Because of this little oddment of time travel, Woodstock is the lowest ranked documentary ever that has an average score of 100%. Still, it's pretty damn good!).
And Joe Cocker is about fourteen degrees of insane in his performance of "With a Little Help from Me Friends," as he put it. It's worth the watching.
And it won the Academy Award for Best Documentary.
And it was edited by a young Martin Scorsese, of all people.
Our gathering represents (roughly) three distinct generations, and we all enjoyed it in our own way, and the romantic in me likes to think you will enjoy it in your own way, too. Also, I have beautiful, amazing, wonderful friends, and that, much more than a fancy phone, makes me stupidly happy.
Tomorrow,ADVENTURE!! :)
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But - as LeVar told us many, many times - you don't have to take my word for it: the movie has an average rating of 100% fresh on Rotten Tomatoes, which makes it number 41 on the list of top documentaries of all time (weirdly, it suffers from a lack of reviews, as the 1970 film review count can't compete with modern fare: Man on a Wire (2008), has the same exact score, but with more than three times as many reviews, all positive. Because of this little oddment of time travel, Woodstock is the lowest ranked documentary ever that has an average score of 100%. Still, it's pretty damn good!).
And Joe Cocker is about fourteen degrees of insane in his performance of "With a Little Help from Me Friends," as he put it. It's worth the watching.
And it won the Academy Award for Best Documentary.
And it was edited by a young Martin Scorsese, of all people.
Our gathering represents (roughly) three distinct generations, and we all enjoyed it in our own way, and the romantic in me likes to think you will enjoy it in your own way, too. Also, I have beautiful, amazing, wonderful friends, and that, much more than a fancy phone, makes me stupidly happy.
Tomorrow,ADVENTURE!! :)
Remember that you can comment on these, and though I will cheerfully delete spam or advertising, I will not delete comments that are simply offensive to me. I want ChainsawPenguin to be full of youth and beauty and freedom, and that includes the freedom to say stuff I disagree with.
I also reserve the right to park in front.
As long as I'm reserving stuff, I'm saying.
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