Urp! This one nearly gave me indigestion. Tiber admits to heavy use of pot and hash and other drugs during this period of his life, which makes me doubt the reliability of his bizarre version of events. How much of this did he hallucinate or misremember? He even says he doesn't remember a single detail of what he did following his first acid trip. I give this two stars instead of one because I did learn some things about pre-Woodstock difficulties and the reasons the Woodstock Music and Arts Festival almost didn't happen. The first half of the book has nothing at all to do with Woodstock. It's a largely self-pitying autobiography of a gay Jewish boy growing up in New York. I did appreciate having my eyes opened about the abominable way gay men were treated in NYC in the 50s and 60s. He could have left out the graphic descriptions of his sexploits and the dropping of names of people with whom he had liaisons, or could have if he'd pursued it. Robert Mapplethorpe, Truman Capote, Tennessee Williams, and Rock Hudson are portrayed in the least flattering moments of their lives. Of the Woodstock Festival itself he relates almost nothing. Tiber didn't actually attend Woodstock because he was too busy running his parents' motel. This book (the second half, anyway) is about how the festival came to be and the people who made it happen.Did I happen to mention, this guy tries really hard to be funny? He's not.