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- My name is Christopher Cole. I am one of the 500,000 who sat in the mud of Woodstock in 1969 in Bethel NY. I am a successful salesperson, manager and trainer. My professional career has spanned over 35 years. The irony of this is that as a child I sat somewhere squarely upon the autistic spectrum. Since there was no designation as such fifty years ago, I was commonly referred to as retarded by some. My grandmother was my first hero and the only adult who loved me unconditionally. It was a promise I made to her over fity years ago which was instrumental in my success later in life. I wrote my first story about my grandmother and her tragic death due to cancer while in fifth grade. The catharsis that resulted from this act unblocked my learning impediments. Although I still battle dyslexia to this day, I have gone on to graduate from college and maintain a successful career. My second hero is the young 17 year old girl who hopped onto my motorcycle at Woodstock. We will celebrate our 38th wedding anniversary in June 2008.
As a young man I sought solace in the Catholc Church. I had become a seminarian, and studied for the priesthood since age 13. At twenty years old I realized celebacy was not right for me. I left the church as an adult and drifted many years. I experienced a personal existential nightmare. I studied Buddhism, The Kaballah, assorted esoteric religions, and gnostic texts, in an attempt to make sense of my life. This process took most of my adult life. Through the grace of God I came to know Orthodoxy , and peace. I am a grandfather and still enjoy riding my VStar motorcycle along the Delaware River in Pennsylvania.
I wrote a novel entitled "The Closer's Song" which chronicals my attempt to come to terms with reality in 2001. I write for the Woodstock preservation website and have my own website on myspace.com/thecloserssong and xyzauto.gather.com
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Thanks for the comment. I quite by accident ended up in the automoile business in 1972. I was unemployed and living in my father-in-laws house when I saw an add for mechanic trainee at the local dealership. So I entered the dealership, met the GM ansd said I would take the job if they let me out early, paid my benefits, paid for ongoing education, threw in a half dozen other assorted perks. You get the idea. The GM said I was either crazy or should be in sales. He sized me up readily enough (I had a curly afro, wide collar open shirt with gold chains around my neck, a light green leisure suit, high-cuban-heeled shoes with stars painted on the toes. When I blew the idea off, he painted a vivd picture of how the planets were arranged in the proper alignment etc., and how he was going to take this lump of clay (me) and mold me into a fine honed instrument of sales dynamism. He went on to say I would make more money than I ever thought possible. But he wouldn't impart his wisdom unless I agreed not to blow it all on wine, women and song every Friday night. I had to promise to save for a house, provide for my kids education and the like. He was Jewish, I'm Italian. He said it would be a good marriage between us because Jews are smart in business and Italians are outgoing and friendly. Also both groups had the same strong family values. I was hooked and took the job on the spot. This man became my mentor and imparted years of sales knowledge into my head in a very intense and short term. I was a natural, and went into management shortly thereafter. I stayed with him about ten years before I branched out on my own. In my career of 37 years I have represented every marques from Chevrolet to Mercedes Benz. I bought my first house at age 25. I went on to read and study all the gurus of the sales, marketing, and positive thinking variety and assimilated many of their techniques. I realized I could train others to become as proficient as myself. This gave me the greatest satisfaction. I went on to do what my first teacher did for me.
I began to think that a strong work ethic would cure all my wants. I was wrong. Many accomplishments had become like empty plateaus once achieved. I traveled deep into an existential nightmare where I couldn't find fulfillment in material things. I needed to quench the deep spiritual hunger within in order to reconcile the angst and alienation of my youth. As a young man I sought God without humility. I was haughty and proud. I became a humanitarian when God didn't seem to respond. It was until I entered advanced adult life that I realized that one has to cooperate with God and be open to the graces he sends. Only then can one pull his spiritual self together so to speak. A balance needs to be struck between existing and existence.
Peace,
Hi Christopher,What an amazing event Woodstock was!
I have been a music recording artist for over 20 years. I play guitars, keyboards, bass, and sing vocals on all of my home studio recordings.
Jimi Hendrix's you tube videos are incredible!
I remember Eric Clapton saying he was going to quit playing after he saw Jimi. The only guitar player I wish I had seen is Leslie West (Mountain).
I am curious to hear about your business and sales experience.
Congratulations on your anniversary!
With Gratitude,
Steven
As I am swept through the lush overgrown farmland surrounding New Hope, Pennsylvania, I can’t help but reflect upon Woodstock, New York, where I spent a great part of my youth. Indeed I am one of the 500,000 who attended the Woodstock Festival held in Bethel in the summer of 1969. That event literally changed my life. I had a motorcycle back then also. I rode it to the festival where I got stuck in traffic. A girl hopped onto the back of my machine. She has remained my wife for thirty-eight years.
As a grandfather, it truly amazes me how many people young and old identify with this event, which took place nearly forty years ago. I believe it is because Woodstock has become the cultural and spiritual icon in the collective consciousness of America. Sitting in the mud way back then I had no idea that life would have taken me this far, and that I would be living in this current reality.
A picture of my current V Star is the wallpaper on my computer at work. It often evokes comments, and the subject of the sixties and Woodstock often arises as a result of it. I marvel as the eyes of the young and old sparkle when I mention I was there. Most people get a sense of wonder and awe and feel in some remote way a connection, which is spiritual and uplifting. People often tell me that they knew someone that was there, or that they wanted to go and couldn’t, or that their parents would have killed them if they did. Others apologize that they didn’t make it. Sadly the young often time lament that they were born at the wrong time.
Why this intense longing to belong and identify with this event? I believe it is because Woodstock represents the moral conscience of America, a cultural, psychological and spiritual focal point, and a vortex. As an icon of America’s unyielding youthful exuberance, fierce independent expression, and social and political justice, it serves to transport us into a moral realm where we are able to take an objective look at all that was wrong and right with our society and nation then and now.
The Woodstock experience helps us to rise above the political chaos and confusion of present day domestic and international realities, and to get in touch with our collective conscience and moral fiber. The institutions which have risen out of the ashes of the sixties have fallen short of their moral imperatives. We, as Americans, must turn inward to rekindle the spirit which Woodstock instills in our hearts. We have raised the epic event to the stature of myth and embraced the positive values which it has come to represent.
Many of us who came into direct contact with the light of Woodstock were galvanized in the mud together and carried the light with us in our hearts as we rejoined the masses. We took our divergent and respective paths as we integrated with society. Yet sadly, many of us have let the embers cool. We have become disillusioned with the political and social economic realties of modern living and, in many cases, have actually embraced much of what we had once despised.
Yet all is not lost. It’s not too late. It’s time to wake up! The social ills of present day America need to be challenged as never before. What kind of world will we leave our great grandchildren if we do nothing and mire in our lethargy? Pressing environmental issues threaten our very existence as a species. Internal domestic inequalities, misplaced values and excesses threaten our stability as a viable culture. We need to get back in touch with our core values which made us cry out in protest, and we need to take action! Woodstock veterans - we need to lead the way! We have the potential to once more become the leaven of our society. We need to ignite the spark to once again blow the lid off this nation!
The present situation calls to mind a book written some time ago by Beverly Potter entitled “The Way of The Ronin”. In her book, Professor Potter likens the social upheaval in feudal Japan after the arrival of Marco Polo and the introduction of Western culture to modern times. Up to Marco’s arrival, there was a feudal system and a structured social hierarchy in Japan (much like pre - sixties America). One of the classes in that society adversely affected by the changing social order was the Samurai warrior, who defended the royal chieftains. They were also skilled in science, art and the marital arts. With the advance of western ideas, this entire segment of society suddenly found themselves displaced. Only two choices remained: one was ritual disembowelment (not very appealing); the other was to become Ronin, or outlaw. As Ronin, many thousands of these displaced knights infiltrated the countryside and became doctors, artists, farmers, philosophers and the like. Yet they never lost their special powers, which they practiced in secret. Whenever the need arose (because the established institutions became corrupt or otherwise could not defend the common man), they came out of seclusion, practiced their ancient art and saved the day. That same day is dawning in America. There is resurgence, and there is a cry for the return of the Woodstock Ronin who can lead us out of the mess we are in! If you are anything like me, the mud of Woodstock still squishes between your toes.
The young should not be saddened that they were not at Woodstock. If anything they should realize the tremendous power they possess in numbers. They should connect with the goals, aspirations and hopes of all generations. They should organize, and they should demand a better world which they and their children shall inherit. It is within their grasp, but time is running out. Today they would have the advantage of the cooperation of an older generation which we didn’t have forty years ago. United we can form a political and socioeconomic force never before seen in America. Young and old could work together for the common good. First, we must once more come together as brothers and sisters on the local level. On the world stage, it is imperative that we stop alienating fellow nations and become a participant in the inevitable one world society necessary for preservation of the planet.
It is up to the Woodstock Ronins to rise up, come out of seclusion and lead the way. Everything is in place. Carpe diem!
Christopher Cole
Author of “The Closer’s Song”