Hello, good morning to all my readers! What a colourful few weeks it has been. I apologize for the lack of postage over this time period, but we have reached Harvest season here in between the vines, and le tourisme is Flourishing! Yes, it is true, well, according to the radio that is, yesterday the Cape region reached a record shattering 42.3 degrees Celsius and was at some point (more or less 3pm) dubbed the hottest place on Earth. And I must add, I will not object to that statement, since my colleagues and I were in full service during the zenith, pouring wines, taking orders and liaising with our guests. Waves of warm African air, the majesty of the valleys, although the heat was insatiable, these landscapes made their presence impossible to disregard. As mentioned above, we've been a bit more busy at le bureau, what with the influx of German, French and other international guests to come and sample what we have on offer at the 'vineyards in the sky', it has meant that there has been a lot more to learn; information from the job itself, knowledge imparted on me by co-workers, and also, lessons learnt in life-- both professionally and personally. Once again, one of the vital points that can never be over-stressed is communication. Communication between and in a multitude of different forms. From an Anthropological perspective, this'll be something thesis-worthy, or even PhD (no doubt!). Working together with people from different backgrounds, cultures, countries, and coming together to form a united team is challenging, but very rewarding; as the saying goes-- high risks or stakes results in high reward! I'm learning to speak a new language, piece by piece, and in so doing, understanding my fellow teammates better each day. And because I'm taking the time to get to know each individual better, each day becomes easier to work more efficiently on the whole. Where coming to work seemed somewhat daunting in the beginning (which is probably natural), being a Johannesburger trying to fit into the new environment here in the western Cape, it is now exciting and so enriching; there's not a moment to stand still, always something that I need to learn or study (when it comes to the Estate itself, the cuisine, guest preferences, and the list goes on!) and the opportunity to throw yourself fully into these beautiful surroundings wholeheartedly. There is no such thing as a dull moment or a task that is mundane or ordinary. Perhaps the most tedious or repetitive jobs or chores teach us discipline, honour, precision and even excellence. The beauty about writing, I think, is the fact that most of the time, unless it is something like a fact-driven report, the writer never knows where they are going to end up with their piece. The story and events unfold themselves as we delve deeper into analyzing what we have or are currently going through. It can be compared to a blossoming flower or running along a trail in a forest, where the path may branch out, take a turn or a twist, where we are always free to choose where we want to be taken. You may start out thinking that your angle will be a catch-up of all the recent highlights, but then once your prism-like mind has bent, mixed, mauled, refined and filtered all of the information you've collected and stored, you may end up relaying the value of sincere human interaction or why we need to practice some more patience or kindness. AH! I love it! Think of the incoming, white beam as your original topic of discussion from all your experiences and ideas, then as it enters the prism, your mental processes refract and bend this, and OUT!, on the other side, come the array of different possibilities of where your story or article may lead you--and trust me, it's more than just 7 paths!
To conclude, I have a quick picture of some Saturday lunch which my sister and I prepared a while ago... The photo would have been taken on the patio table, if we owned one..., or any table for that matter, so for the time being, our laps suffice. homemade Burgers FTW! I hope you have enjoyed reading this winding post of mine! May you all have a wonderful, delightful week! "Klein Saterdag" today; halfway to the weekend! "As long as we are not merely living only for the weekend" as my sister noted in the car this morning... each day has its own potential, and it's our own choice whether or not we realize it. <3
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I think the most daunting words that enter a writer's mind is...''So, where to start?''.... And that is exactly how I'm feeling at the moment.
I can say without a single ounce of doubt, that the past month and a half (or however long it has been) has been one of the most incredible, inspiring and no-words-can-describe-what-i'm trying-to-say times I've gone through. As I mentioned in an earlier post, I was planning on moving to the Western Cape--Stellenbosch more specifically, and it has been about five weeks since I departed from Lanseria airport on that fateful morning. The things that I've seen, the food I've eaten, the manic panic my mom and I have gone through, scrambling for an apartment and climbing out the Helsghoogte pass in a flea-taxi-Corsa...(rented by a super unreliable--and unknown-- car rental company...) to go for interviews far and wide, the Cape has made me hungry for LIFE. It's that feeling you get when you're super excited, so excited in fact, that you're actually nervous about how you're going to try and fully BE in the moment. I've taken one or two road-trips thus far, with some really cool people I've met along the way, and I have repeatedly wished that I can adjust the shutter speed of my eyes so as to capture the heartbeat of this place. Every which where you look has the potential to be a photograph. I just can't. I don't know how to explain it. I know I might be sounding like a typical tourist on their first trip to the Cape, and actually, I don't care if I do, this place reveals little secrets to you if you'd only give it a chance to open up. Moving to the Cape has felt like coming home but to a place you've never been to before all at the same time. Words seem to fail me at this point in time. And, right now in this moment and part of the month I can't afford to be so dumbstruck! I have encountered some problems with my antique laptop, in which it has decided to fully betray me and not start up...at all. So, as I am sitting here in this slippery, swivel chair, I am paying R10/ 15 minutes at a nearby internet cafe to try and put down some of the thoughts that've been bubbling for the past few weeks. Driving through different parts around here are nothing short of awe-inspiring. My sister and I took a trip to Houtbay about three weeks ago, so it was the two of us, two backpacks and the Beetle all along the coast in the sunset... Waves crashing on the rocks down below, zooming and zipping past traffic in Clifton, hooting at bronze boys on the balconies above, all while listening to one of our favourite radio stations as the scoring to our classic movie scene. Fish braai's, harbour indoor markets and make-shift music, mountains of Lebanese food at a local restaurant, drinking red wine on the floor of my new (and very empty) apartment with my mom, haggling with hobo's for directions (okay, I'm telling fibs there...hobo's won't be able to tell you where to go), partying into two-zero-one-five with some awesome, new colleagues, it has been, in one word, a BLAST. Even the Beetle is taking on well to this new climate and air pressure, she's purring like a kitten on the Adam Tas Road and N2. I think she's having just as much of an adventure as I am, getting compliments left, right and centre from all the "CL" locals. So as to not give too much away in one new post, I will save some information for the next one, to further reel in some potential movers n shakers who want to make the mini Great Trek down to the Cape. One piece of advice given to me thus far (from family, friends and inner places) is that, while remembering to make wise decisions on this new path, one must go full, Head-on into this thing. No half measures are allowed. Thinking about what I've experienced thus far almost brings me to tears, because for the first time in a long time, I have a rejuvenated lust (well, Zest is a nicer word) for life. If you enter into something with a positive and clear mindset and willing to do your part, there is a high reward on the other side. Here's some extra blue cheese to savour...The first step is always the hardest, but there's no denying that you'll be Helped all along the way if you expend that little bit of courage to kick-start yourself. I hope to have some amazing pictures to put up for my next entry, my Blackberry's memory card has also decided to pull a fader on me, thus the only photo's I've been able to take is with my mind's eye (and my heart is the terabyte SD card ;-) cue the drum/cymbal sound effect...! I hope that you have a bon week-end! ...And I am just about to reach the limit of my wifi he... The past Sunday was welcomed with monkey-wedding skies and oaky red wine... Whalehaven was on sale at the Fourways Farmer's market this past weekend and so, due to the weather being so fitting, why not opt for a glass or two? The Pinotage was the selection of the day...and my oh my, what a lovely bottle it was! As the name suggests, this wine originates from the Hermanus, coastal region of the Western Cape-- Walker Bay as their information displays. As some might know, the Pinotage grape varietal is unique to South Africa--it being due to the type of soil and weather combinations we have here. Most younger wine-drinkers or people who have more recently grown a love for wine prefer at times wines other than a pinotage because it may come across as "too dry" or "too bitter" to some palates. However, in the case of the Whalehaven, the taste one is greeted with is an oaky and irresistibly smooooth one. Besides the lingering oakiness of this pinotage, one might find hints of other dark aromas such as cocoa or even an aged leather smell. This wine is perfect for sipping amidst confused weather, and the setting; nestled between wood chips and hay bails proves to be an atmosphere that welcomes the effortless meeting of comfort and familiarity found within the Whalehaven. This particular bottle retails for approximately R120, and there is a variety of other red and white wines from which to choose--of which I think the Viognier Chardonnay will be next on my list! Here is a link to their Website... http://www.whalehavenwines.co.za/category/whalehaven/ .Seems as th...ough they have their hand on the beat of exciting projects and initiatives not only involving their own brand growth but environmental conservation as well! Thanks again for the continued support! It's always exciting to see my website stats a growin' and a bloomin'.
Cheers! and as a friend says whenever toasting: "To the first one!"...(every time). Ah yes, Three years, almost done and dusted. Our last projects and assignments are handed in and have been graded, and so, all that awaits graduation are two final exams! Yesterday being the last time I would ever enter the Humanities building for a lecture (well, exam prep anyways) left me feeling quite nostalgic. As I walked down the pathways on campus, past the Geography building and the Old Arts, my mind rolled together a mini slideshow presentation/ montage of some of the times I've had these past few years. I remember being a somewhat rebellious first year student that would skate around on campus after hours (living in Res has a few perks--being so close to main campus and all) getting to explore what the grounds really look and feel like when there was no one there and the only audience you had when you bailed was the odd security guard or flock of pigeons. The way in which the Old Arts building is lit up at night; the statue of the buck resting by the water in all its majesty, really does have such a lasting impact. It in some regards really does inspire you that your time at this University is something to treasure and to cherish for the years to come. If anyone ever tells you that the time you spend at University goes by in the blink of an eye, they are most certainly right. While you're in it, you'll experience it differently but as soon as the phase closes in on you, you realize that it is all over too quickly. Advice I would give to any prospective undergraduate would be to YOUO it (You Only University Once). I hate that saying...but it's true! Smell the flowers, sleep on the grass, scale the buildings, soak up the lectures (they really do benefit you--in one way or another) and stay on campus a little longer than you need to-- there's always something happening or something new to see. I wasn't really too sure how I was going to write about my time at the university; I think it transcends the writing medium in certain aspects, and one can never really sit down and write about everything--as memory fails. The way that it does however console me is the fact that the memories made in these last three years work the same as a low GI sandwich...The energy (memories) is slow-released; therefore, whenever the occasion calls for it...there'll be a little pocket-package from the "good-ol' days" to remind me of my days as a Humanities student. I haven't really done this photo or the building justice... but, as I sat outside it yesterday and stared at these letters--bigger than I was, I felt as though their presence and magnitude did make an impression on me. Not only these words, but the disciplines themselves...you start to understand where you're going to and more importantly, where you came From. Stay tuned for my next post...I took another trip to the Farmer's Market.. and have a miiiini wine review! :-)
Bon chance to everyone writing exams! Study hard, you'll feel less guilty when you're on the beach deck with a cocktail in hand* Good evening (or morning) to everyone! We're in the final hours of the week end. I'm sorry about that, but then again, that's not in my fault. However, I do have one or two ways in which to spend your next Sunday...and after how today's Sunday went, I'd say that it wasn't too shabby. Here are one or two pictures of the Fourways Farmer's Market we went to this morning/ afternoon. A fine-weathered laid back day, some chilled peeps, good food and a perfectly located spot for soaking up les rays. So many nice things to see, so many lovely things to eat! Everything from Spring rolls, lovely Consol-jar Cocktails, Chimichurrie dips n pesto's, to "Johannesburg's Best Brownie" (but my gran makes them better). There are plenty of hay bails to lounge on, gardens to peruse, little pop-up caffeine bars to survey, a wood-chip filled play area for the littluns, everything you would need to make a lazy Sunday successful. Once we decided to go home to make some food for the rest of the family, we bought a huge bouquet of fresh spinach and headed home to try out a "deconstructed" Meatloaf. Ingredients: The ingredients are pretty simple: Ground beef Your own selection of spices Mushrooms Spinach Cherry Tomatoes And then for the Cheesy, White Sauce... Butter Flour Milk 2-3 teaspoons of Hummus S & P Cottage cheese Cheddar cheese (if you feel necessary) This is sort of an adaptation of a past recipe I've posted, but with a bit more refinement. All we've done to create this lovely bake was to make meatballs, rest them on a bed of spinach and tomatoes, then braai some mushrooms with some garlic in a pan. Then, it was popped into the oven to cook a smidge. While we waited, the white/hummus/cheese sauce was prepared and then poured over the oven dish about 15 minutes later. It was left in the oven for about 30 minutes at 140 degrees Celsius. AND THEN>>> Voila! It was a hit with the family, and I'm sure my Dad won't be complaining when he receives Round-Two for Lunch tomorrow :-) Until Next time, have a fantastic week, and please have a look at the Facebook page of the Farmer's Market; apparently next week they'll have their live music up and running again! https://www.facebook.com/TheFourwaysFarmersMarket Bonsoir Mes amis! ;-) xx
Just thought I would pop in with a quick post on this strangely-weathered Wednesday afternoon. The day started off bright and early at around 5am to catch the train to Pretoria, to attend my Visual Culture class. We covered some strange topics today--focusing on Virtual culture. This included discussions on online profiles, TV programs such as Catfish (as seen on MTV), creating your own avatars, and the varying degrees of which people emotionally invest themselves in these profiles. I guess there is a lot to think about, especially for the people of our generation, or subsequent generations; it's inevitable that we are becoming (if not already) a global, interconnected society in which technology and online interactivity is at the nucleus of everything we do. At times I don't know if I'm happy or upset about it. Something that I urge my readers to think about is online safety. I don't want to rant and rave like parent, I think we all understand the importance of keeping our private lives, private. Check those privacy settings, and always OVERTHINK and OVERSTRESS a photo or statement before sending it out to the public. Expression is a fantastic and therapeutic way of letting people take a quick trip into your psyche or getting your opinion on a topic, but an idea or thought is always respected a bit more if it has evidence of being well thought through and/ or backed-up (and spell-checked). And as for those photo's... Hmmm guuuurl, 'aint nobody need to tell you that posting those risqué selfies of you in a candle-lit bathtub with flower petals and a sultry up-do can possibly cause funky implications later on. I always do the "old-skool family check" : How would you feel if your 60 and 70-year-old relatives saw the photo or comment you made? If it passes the test, you're safe :-) I'm not saying that you have to create a false pretence of who you are online, just to please other people, but it might help, just in case you're on the fence about whether you should say or post something. And in other news... a last little bit of sumthin'-sumthin' to maul over is practicing some kindess :-) While I was on the train yesterday--at round about 4 o' clock, and tired from quite a stressful day, an out-of-the-blue announcement came from the driver of the Gautrain (which almost never happens, unless there's technical difficulty) to say: "Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, we are taking a relaxing cruise at a speed of approximately 110kph, please sit back, relax and enjoy the ride! Have a blessed evening!". How cool is that?! At the point leading up to the announcement, one could feel the dampness and slight depression on the train, and thereafter, I saw at least three or four people crack a smile. A few of the passengers even shared a laugh. Immediately, the mood in the cabin changed and I even ended up chatting to another passenger after we had left the train. Like a lot of things, kindness can be found in the small things--the details. Something as little as letting someone join the traffic instead of cutting them off really benefits you a LOT more than it does the other person. Not only do you practice some patience, but in the larger scheme of things, your self image improves, and that way in which you see yourself becomes more positive and healthy--and at the end of it all you have more love and respect for yourself--Which can only be a good thing! It's okay to be a good person, whether other people see it or not. Ultimately, everyone wants to do the right thing, and the feeling from staying true to who you know you really are, is a feeling that is up there with the best of them. Have a lovely Wednesday! Here's just one or two things that symbolize kindness to me :-) (proudly brought to you by www.pinterest.com) Thanks for the continued support of everyone!
Until the next post! Adios amigos 8-) Well, well, well, Ladies and Gents, seems as though we have arrived at the tenth month of 2014... Time does indeed fly. I think it is plausible to suggest that father time has been subsidised by Redbull. (sorry, just had to). The only thing at this point which still needs to be completed before I have my degree are two assignments and two exams. By the end of November, I will have been awarded with a degree in Humanities. A WHOOOLE Degree!! A degree shall be bestowed upon me and I shall be the bearer of a Degreeeee! Did I mention that I will have a degree? Yesterday marked the final stage in the moving process from my commune in Pretoria to my parents' home here in Johannesburg. My mom and dad had to go and disassemble, collect and transport my bed--which belonged to my great grandmother, from the house and bring it back to our urban cottage. I wish now, in retrospect that I had taken before-and-after photo's of what my room has transformed into during the course of the day. Good grief! I started clearing up my bomb-shelter this morning, to make room for my bigger bed, after the first kick of caffeine and finished approximately 15 minutes ago (the time now being 00:10). I must say, it was a truly cathartic and rewarding experience (I'm trying for the sarcasm not to slip in). Having lived on my own for the past couple of years, and then trying to reintegrate myself into my parents' home has been a bit rocky, but for the most part, I have felt that I've strengthened the bond between myself and the rest of my family--which is what I would consider one of, if not the single most important boxes that are on my inner check-list. Today was a chance to reflect not only on the life that I used to have in Pretoria, but also on the one that I currently have (and have had in my time leading up to the start of University) and also--and most excitingly, the life that I'm GOING to have next year. The Western Cape awaits, and along with it comes thrilling new challenges, surprises, gifts, adventures, probably a couple of trials and tests too, and a whooole lotta twists and turns! Even though the future seems a bit uncertain, I must say that I prefer uncertainty over predictability ANY day of the week! (Eish, I hope I haven't jinxed myself there). I think if you're not scared by the things that you've planned for yourself or what lay ahead, you haven't taken a big enough risk yet. I'm not sure of any logistics as of yet, or when or how the plan is going to come together, but for me, the most important part is that there is indeed a Plan in the pipeline! There is drive and motivation, and so therefore, as long as I just do what I need to do or can do each day, I will be one step closer to realizing my future :-) (a couple of paraphrased words there from my Mom). We receive only enough grace for one day at a time, so that means that tomorrow will take care of itself. I've been battling with a smidge of Writer's Block lately, as my perennial readers may have noticed--Writer's Block is REAL. It's not a mythical creature like a Unicorn or Dobby; it has immaculately horrible timing and robs you of all creativity and leaves you with word-jambalaya, making your thoughts and ideas come out as Gobble-dee-gooock! (not to mention the spelling!). I have however been listening to some inspiring music lately--from all corners of the world, as well as watching some amazing films-- many of which a lot of people will have seen. But to get back to the music side of things, here is a link to the Mahogany Sessions' page on Youtube. Please, do yourself a favour a browse through the artists that they showcase-- past and current. http://www.youtube.com/user/themahoganysessions On my next post, I'm going to include a picture of my New Lair...(the one that has just been overhauled), and a couple of other interesting things--which I still have to think about... For now though, let me show a couple of pictures of what has happened in Eugene's life since my last entry :-) Until next time! let's not wait so long until we do this again! Xx
Bonsoir!
A Day in the Life of Eugene is now more or less in its second month! Thank you to my readers for the continued support up to now! Look forward to a couple more wine reviews, gig guides, recipes...and umm...if I gather up a sufficient amount of courage, a small video clip of a familiar cover :-) Until the next post...! P.s... hello all facebook friends, thanks for joining the party! I recently decided to start up a tumblr account, and while browsing through a couple of blogs, looking for interesting things to read, came across a short quote... Which kind of blew me away. I think it was on the topic of how nowadays we tend to plant or invest (whichever field you find yourself in) most, if not all of our spare time into social media...And it is for the most part, although not surprising, still upsetting. I'll attach a link too, because I like this guy's laid-back approach to writing, and he also keeps it short and sweet...(unlike mine at certain times...), but here's the mini extract...
"One day in the early 1920s, a young Ernest Hemingway rushed along the streets of Paris seeking shelter from a downpour. He soon came upon a warm cafe on the Place St.-Michel and ducked inside. After hanging his rain jacket, Hemingway ordered a café au lait, pulled out a notepad and pencil from his pocket and began writing. Before long he had fallen into a trancelike state, oblivious to his surroundings as he penned a story that would later become the first chapter of his memoir, “A Moveable Feast.” If Hemingway were alive in 2014, he might not have finished what he started writing that day. Realistically, he probably wouldn’t have even put a pen to paper. Instead, he might have ducked into the cafe, pulled out his smartphone and proceeded to waste an entire afternoon on social media." Reclaiming Our (Real) Lives From Social Media - NYTimes.com The quote speaks for itself...and needs no over explanation, but the only thing that I would like to add to this (some snacks for contemplation, if you will) would obviously be, to remember the way things were. Try to separate yourself from the rest of the dominated and somewhat droned population that is constantly placing their online alias/ avatar and presence as top priority. Even something as simple as leaving your phone alone while driving (even though it is already illegal), on a more human level, it is about doing one thing at a time, and doing it with care and presence (not just physical presence). As mentioned in a previous post, the best way to live a full and exciting life (and to alleviate FOMO) is to be as present as possible in every moment. That is where the beauty comes in. That is where your story takes its intricate little turns and weaves. Maybe it sounds cheesy and cliché, but I think that if you decide to put your phone away while you're alone at a coffee shop and do a bit of people-watching instead, or just take some time to take in what's going on around you, you might find that there's a lot more to see. You might be the only one to really take in what life has to offer, or what is about to unfold. So it has been more or less a week and a half since my last post. This partly being due to my test schedule and also because of a couple of crazy events taking place. We've had an unfortunate event that took place at our commune in Pretoria where one of our housemates was robbed inside the house and so for those reasons, and just general safety issues, my folks have suggested that I move out and either back in with them here in Johannesburg or alternatively, with a friend somewhere in Pretoria. So it has been a strange couple of days. What also took place was me delivering a speech at a long-time friend's twenty-first birthday (a momentous occasion considering I had never before been asked to speak at anyone's birthday!). What I have located for today's post was a little memento from my matric year in school-- English class more specifically. I was paging through my general file that I had used in Grade twelve and came across my final speech. We were free to choose which ever topic interested us and it had to be approximately 3-5 minutes in length. I thought I'd share it with my readers :-) Unfortunately, I cannot remember the Title of my Speech, but as you are about to find out, it is about Woodstock 1969. Here goes: "It's a hot, sunny day on a farm in Bethel, New York. There is bumper-to-bumper traffic, while the long grass blows in the gentle 1969 breeze. Excited free spirits decide to grab the essentials and leave the car behind, and see what the next four days have in store. As you make your way along the fence, you pass people making their own music, playing makeshift percussion instruments from old suitcases and guitars with missing strings. A happy couple holding hands are walking barefoot along with you, girls braiding each other's hair and picking daisies to go in it and a circle of some reeeaally relaxed folks lighting up "special 'erbs" and inhaling the goodness. You see a brightly painted bus with tie-dye curtains and people sitting on camps chairs on the roof, some singing songs together while others meditate in Zen-like positions. The atmosphere is one of peaceful chaos. Never has there been 500 000 living souls gathered at one venue in the entire history of the world except for the Pilgrimage to Mecca, but this being only for a music festival. Helicopters fly over the surrounding farmland to try and comprehend the magnitude of the event, taking place below them. You can't see much except for the main stage, a cornfield, some woods and a dam. Oh and a couple hundred thousand people. Local authorities eventually had to intervene, as the proposed scale of the event had exploded almost exponentially. All fencing was removed and people were now able to enter the campsite /gateway-to-the-changing-of-your-life-forever, a little more freely--keeping with the theme of the occasion. One by one, each flamboyant-in-their-own-right act made their history on stage; breaking musical boundaries and journeying into the Great Unknown of musical and cultural possibility. Iconic bands and individuals, who defined an era, such as Sweetwater, Carlos Santana, Canned Heat, Creedence Clearwater Revival, Janis Joplin, The Who, Joe Cocker, Crosby, Stills Nash & Young, Sha Na Na, Jimi Hendrix and many more, did more than just communicate an oral message or entertain a crowd but instilled hope into the minds and hearts of the people who longed for something greater than what they've been exposed to in their lives up until that moment. August 16th; Day Two of the proceedings, foresaw a big thunderstorm, followed by buckets and buckets of rain (much to the fear of event coordinators). But, due to the spontaneity of the guests of this musical gathering, they made full use of one GIANT, slip-n-slide, trip-over-your-neighbour-accidentally-on-purpose, get-covered-in-it-from-head-to-toes MUD SLIDE! Everything from jeans to boots and leather jackets were crusted in mud, and there was no other way to clean oneself (which was optional) but to head on down to the local dam; and may I add that most festival-goers preferred to do so without a stitch of clothing--this also keeping with the dress code of the time period. The owner of the dairy farm, Max Yasgur: The farmer that rescued music history, had the idea of conducting Woodstock in his backyard, as plans for it to be held in Walkill, New York, had not worked out. Afterward, Max was sued by his neighbours for damage done to their property by fans during the festival, and the situation eventually ended with a $ 50 000 settlement. When he died of a heart attack at the age of 53, a full obituary was written in his honour in the pages of Rolling Stone Magazine; a monumental honour considering very few non-musical figures were given similar credit. But the real brains behind the legend of Woodstock belonged to best friends and co-creators: Michael Lang and Artie Kornfeld. Kornfeld was one of the youngest people to become a vice president for a small, up-and-coming music label called CAPITOL RECORDS! And, by 1966, he had already written 75 Billboard charged songs and worked on over 150 albums. Artie had the connections and hand-picked the line-up, and together, he and Michael shared the vision and the dream. All they needed now was someone to take care of the bill... Call in Joel Rosemann and John Roberts; chief financers of the whole Shebang. The irony of it all comes into the fact that the two men were purely looking to fund a "small" party of which its proceeds would go towards creating a studio in the Woodstock area. No one could ever have imagined the roaring and never-ending success of this project, the fans themselves included. 42 Years and many generations later, the unexplained, psychedelic magic of Woodstock still lives on brightly in the hearts of its followers and will forever maintain its record for influencing the most lives in the space of one...unforgettable...Summer. Peace! " I hope you enjoyed it! Obviously if I were to have to rewrite it, I'd add a little bit more flavour and do a bit more in-depth research. I like to think my writing skill has improved a little since then :-) It has been three years!
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