Woodstock is a time capsule of a place locked in its loop by its own iconisism. Its not as though nothing has changed, but everything that HAS changed, hadn't done much to affect the overall feel of the village as a whole.Half of the people you meet here are mind torn kiosks, with stories of a hipper time on repeat for anyone who'll care to listen. You want to hear about rock stars? Hear it from those who's psyched are so far gone that the same thing that makes them unreliable sources also serves as a proven credential, after all, no one who lived it and remembers could possibly be ALL there....And yet, not all of them are crazies, and there are many lucid accounts of historical events. Unwritten books in the bible of a subculture.Being here as a hippie is strange in that you're an unsigned attraction. An anticipated anomaly in this, of all towns, complere with bare feet and bells. This is a town built and run by art, and at its heart beats the subculture strong as ever.