Cool Cherry Cream

August 15, 1969 (shortly before 10:00 PM)

"Well, here we are," Farmer Glen announced, "…the farm."

"It's just as I imagined it," Jada said, getting teary eyed.

"Whoa, listen to the music!" Jenny remarked, gazing towards the stage.

Jada and Jenny started swaying to the music, then Jenny began tapping on Jada's head with her drumsticks. Jada obliviously started to play a riff on her guitar. Patrick joined in on bass and Farmer Glen began to sing. Ah, lovely, spontaneous music…

"Snap out of it, stupid children!" Alysse cried. "We've gotta set up!"

They snapped out of it and hauled their instruments towards the stage. They started getting closer to the crowd and the music started getting louder.

"Do you need any help?" a man asked, approaching Jenny, who couldn't see over her stack of drums.

"No, I'm fine, thanks!" Jenny grinned, but one of her toms toppled over.

"Here, I've got it!" the man said, bending down to pick it up.

"I said I could do it!" Jenny screamed. She grabbed the tom and ran off, dropping several other drums in the process.

Jada screamed back at her. "Jenny! Let this nice man help you!" She then addressed the nice man. "Nice man, you may carry my guitar case" she said, throwing the case at him.

"AHH!" he cried as he began to lose his balance.

"Thank you, nice man!" Jada smiled and skipped ahead, ignoring him.

"This summer I hear the drummin'" the man sang as they approached the stage. Jada stopped dead in her tracks.

"Uh buh… uh buh… uh guh gee…" she whimpered. "No one else could have a voice like that!" Jada realized. She grabbed the case from the man and it promptly fell to the ground.

"NEIL YOUNG!" she cried, "I don't believe it!"

Neil chuckled. Jada jumped into his arms. "OHMYGODYOU'RETHEGREATESTJENNYISANERDSOIGNOREHERBECAUSEYOULOVEME!" Neil stared at her, shocked.

Patrick gave Jada a disgusted look and mumbled "you're weeird". He turned to Neil. "Hey, Neil Young, cool, what's up?" he asked and held out his hand.

Neil reached out to shake Patrick's hand, and in doing so, dropped Jada.

"Oww!" Jada cried, rubbing her elbow, but suddenly she smiled. "Ohh man, I was just dropped by Neil Young! Siiick!" she screamed in Alysse's ear.

Alysse cringed and smacked Jada on the head. "I'm going to practice. C'mon, Farmer Glen," she motioned to the singer and they both skipped off merrily.

Patrick started rambling on about how great Neil was, but he soon spotted Janis Joplin and ran over to ramble on to her, 'cause now's the time, the time is now.

"Excuse me, girls, but I really should be going as well," Neil told them and went off in search of the rest of his band.

"Ohh…" Jada sighed happily.

Jenny rolled her eyes. "Come on, come on! Let's go!"

"Hey, now wait a minute, now wait just a minute!" Jada cried. "What was all that about? Didn't you realize that was Neil Young!?!? And you treated him with such disrespect, throwing your things at him and all!"

"Uh, Jada, that was you," Jenny reminded her.

"What? No! I mean… no! You were yelling at him! DON'T YOU KNOW IT'S RUDE TO YELL?" Jada yelled.

Jenny ignored Jada because, well, she could be pretty weird sometimes. They went off in search of the rest of their group.

Now, they say that if you remember the sixties, you weren't really there. It seems that over the years, the fact that Farmer Glen and The Farmhands played at Woodstock has been forgotten, or maybe even deliberately left out. They were really quite ahead of their time, maybe a little too ahead. I guess it was all for the best.

They band had been hired at the last minute to fill in for Joni Mitchell, who was stuck in traffic and couldn't make it to the show. The Farmhands were set to go on right after Ravi Shankar.

Alysse glanced up at the stage and realized that it was empty. "Come on, come on, we're on!" she cried, dragging Jada to the stage. The rest of the band followed and began setting up.

Unfortunately, they didn't realize that Shankar's set had been cut short due to the rain. It was also quite dark, so they didn't realize that most of the crowd had dispersed in order to find shelter. It was quite amazing, really, to see an area with so many people clear out so quickly. Only few hippies remained by the stage, simply because they were incapable of any movement.

"Hellooooo Woodstock! How you doin'?" Jada screamed into the microphone. She nodded at Glen.

"And a ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR!" Jenny counted. The Farmhands started into their set.

Tell me, honey, baby, tell me just one thing
I've just gotta know, so gimme a ring
I've been waitin' and wond'rin' if you're a-gonna call
If you're a-gonna tell me just-a anythin' at all
Oh, I don't believe it, could this be?
You're already here, you're sayin' it to me

I'lllll be your farmhand
Doncha know that I'll always be true
I'lllll be your farmhand
And I'll always, I'll always, love you

"I'll Be Your Farmhand": pure musical genius. Has ever a love song sounded so true, so beautiful? What a wonderful writer that Jenny was. And Farmer Glen sang with such raw emotion! Yet… no one was there to witness it.

They followed up with "Chicken in the Barn", a fine display of Jada's writing abilities. Such a multi-talented group of young people… truly amazing.

In the middle of "Blue Moo", some roadies rushed onto the stage and dragged the band off. Apparently, they hadn't been informed that The Farmhands were scheduled to perform and they weren't just a bunch of dirty hippies. But, no matter. They had played Woodstock. And that's what really counts.