August 15, 1969. The Woodstock Music and Art Fair begins.

Max Yasgur agrees to allow a lot of sweaty and rebellious but really nice young men and women to have a big party on his 600 acre farm in Bethel, New York.

Oy, the mess afterwards.

50,000 expected, a million tried to make it, 500,000 people actually there.

There was sex, mud and rock 'n roll.

And some drugs, possibly.

Hey, no one really remembers, right?

But despite the rain, the 30-minute lines for water, the hour or more wait to use a toilet and the couple of deaths, it was a still an amazing gathering of peaceful souls and some really fine music.

Or so I've heard.

Woodstock '69.  An Aquarian Exposition: "Three days of peace and music".

Long live the memory of what surely must be the most incredible music festival of all time.