Woodstock.

On July 4,

Provo put on

"Summertime Blues: The Songs of Woodstock"

as part of its Rooftop Concert Series.

It was the perfect concert

from beginning to end.

Starting with Jimi Hendrix's

iconic rendition of

The Star-Spangled Banner

and ending with

a hootenanny version of The Weight,

performed by a dizzying lineup

of Provo's movers and shakers.

I know I had a dumb smile on my face

the entire time.

How could I not?

They had everybody there.

The Who.

Jefferson Airplane.

Sly & the Family Stone.

Crosby, Stills, and Nash.

Joan Baez.

Creedence Clearwater Revival.

I felt like I was right there

in 1969,

and the hip grandma standing next to me

grooving to all the jams

only helped.

And as they were singing

the final put the load right on me,

the first fireworks burst in the air.

It was an overwhelmingly

glorious

moment--

so many beautiful humans

making such sweet tunes

for a crowd decked in

red, white, and blue

on America's Independence Day,

under fireworks,
mankind's greatest invention,

singing the same songs

our grandparents sang

to get out all their feels.

I really and truly and honestly

can't understand

why anyone who rather have been

at a Carrie Underwood concert.

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