The year is 1994. The 21 year old me -I am 48 at the time of this writing - is standing in a field full of people and music. Smoke, laughter and dancing filled the air as a sense of elation swirled around me. I was feeling the first flashes of freedom in my young adult life. Myself and a group of friends had driven to the Woodstock Music festival. "Three more days of peace and music" as it was advertised... but I was a punk. Not so much into peace at the time but I was ALL about the music . I have been drumming since I was four years old, writing poems and lyrics since I was 12 or 13 and had been playing guitar for a while now. I was born madly in love with music. It feels at times as if songs had been inscribed into my soul before my birth. To me this was more than a concert. This was a holy experience. We looked at the schedule of events and quickly realized that we had some choices to make. There were two stages. The main stage: which was for all of the headliners. And