Look around you today and you’ll see all the signs of existential social malfunction. Urban areas are riven with crime, filth, and homelessness. Grids are dysfunctional operating more as fire starters and plagued by blackouts. Energy prices are through the roof. Housing is unaffordable. Massive government overspending abounds in pursuit of utopian unicorns. The language is bastardized by an ideology that seeks to repeal the divine, or evolutionary, plan for the two sexes, making a mockery of anything designated boy/girl. Essential racism in the form of “equity” and doctrines of essential oppression in the rhetorical incantations of “systemic” and “critical theory” are everywhere in the media and schools, infecting young minds as early as kindergarten. The sciences are not immune which raises serious questions about the future efficacy of our medical institutions (see Heather McDonald’s piece below). That’s just for starters.
Where does this lead? Watch Netflix’s “Trainwreck: Woodstock ‘99” for a glimpse into our future (see the trailer below). After showing the consequences of the loss of standards and self-restraint, the flick tries to detour what you are viewing into a condemnation of machismo – or the male patriarchy – and greed and endorsement of wokeness and Me Too. Still, the images are there, just strip away the juvenile punditry. Go ahead, watch it.
The trailer:
Woodstock ’99 was a classic attempt to recreate Woodstock ’69 after 30 years of glamorizing that first edition. Some of the organizers and workers at ’99 were patrons of ’69 and describe it as a harmonious and tranquil love-in. It wasn’t. Many of the screw-ups at ’99 was present at ’69. Shortages of food and sanitation, rampant drug use, lack of crowd control, event personnel exchanging privileges for drugs, and the rain and mud that exacerbated the sanitation problems. The only thing missing was the riot of ’99 (see below for an abreviated account of ’69).
Fast forward to ’99. Michael Lange, the organizer of ’69, tried to resuscitate Woodstock with an eye to making money – Surprise! – which ’69 did not. The mellow rock of the Yardbirds was replaced with headliners such as the edgy, high-energy heavy metal of Limp Bizskit, Korn, Kid Rock, and Red Hot Chili Peppers. Drugs and nudity in the crowd and on stage were commonplace. One cannot think of a clearer signal of the loss of self-restraint and norms of decency. The visual cues of forbearance were absent.
More troubling is the fact that the crowd that you get is a product of the musical acts that perform. The fan of Limp Bizkit and the Red Hot Chili Peppers is not the fan of Joan Baez and Blood, Sweat, and Tears. An important element of rock by the end of the millennium had slid off into atavistic rage with a fanbase to match – emblematic in the name of the popular group at the time, Rage Against the Machine. Fans were overwhelmingly male, of high physicality, with a cage-fighting personality.
The festival by the third day reminded me of the worst of a Daytona Spring Break. Violence and rampant public fornication, including sexual assault, frequently go together and should not be a surprise in an intoxicated, drug-addled assemblage of 300,000 teens and early twenty-somethings. Add the music and the type of fan that it attracts and the tinder for chaos is present. The blame cannot be solely placed at the feet of greedy vendors. For this crowd, we must add “riot hard” to “party hard”.
When standards of decency and the normal guideposts and expectations of life are erased, life becomes a free-for-all. We are experiencing this happenstance across the board. A walk through downtown San Francisco is a health hazard, as it is in most of our urban centers. One can no longer be sure that the girls’ locker room and bathroom will be filled with only girls of the expected chromosomal makeup, essentially ending girls’ sports. A toxic racial favoritism has been magically turned into a public good. Flights of fancy replace sober deliberation in policy debates when inflation is said to be cured by more inflation. Military readiness is said to be amazingly advanced by racial witch hunts in the ranks, self-flagellation, and identity politics from the Pentagon to West Point to the barracks. We are a mess like those fans at Woodstock ’69 and ’99.
Has there ever been a superpower when at the height of power and influence, it commits suicide? The gun went to the temple with little advanced warning. It was sudden, nearly overnight, taking less than two years. Woodstock ’99 is a warning.
RogerG
Sources:
* “The Corruption of Medicine”, Heather McDonald, City Journal, Summer 2022, at https://www.city-journal.org/the-corruption-of-medicine?wallit_nosession=1
* “The Messed Up Things That Happened In Woodstock 1969”, Rock Pasta, at https://rockpasta.com/the-messed-up-things-that-happened-in-woodstock-1969/