Todd Rundgren: Video-Tripping With The Perfect Master
The Trail ways bus to Woodstock takes about 2½ hours from New York City, gradually trading the clatter of urban motorways for the static peace of outer suburbia and beyond, into farmland. What it also trades is the frantic pursuits of megalopolis for the good-old-days of craftism and bucolic chitchat.
Todd Rundgren: Video-Tripping With The Perfect Master
by Toby Goldstein
The Trail ways bus to Woodstock takes about 2½ hours from New York City, gradually trading the clatter of urban motorways for the static peace of outer suburbia and beyond, into farmland. What it also trades is the frantic pursuits of megalopolis for the good-old-days of craftism and bucolic chitchat. The fairhaired guy in long hair and sandals who meets the coach in his honestly aging, standard transmission Volkswagen reinforces my suspicions that time has indeed stopped in the most famous small town of the East Coast. All the scene lacks is a barefoot chorus harmonizing “Alice’s Restaurant Massa-cree” “with feeeeling.”