Though it's frequently portrayed as this crazy, unbridled festival of rain-soaked, stoned hippies dancing in the mud, Woodstock was obviously much more than that - or we wouldn't still be talking about it in 2009. People of all ages and colors came together in the fields of Max Yasgur's farm.

I started out by myself, but it eventually turned into a trio by the mid-'60s - a conga drum and another guitarist. And that's been mostly what I've worked with most of the time.

I believe I inherited my sense of music from my father. My father was an ear piano player; he could just hear something and play it.

The direction for my music is heaven, of course. We gear all things to the realm of heaven - which is the mind, the organized mind.

Richie is the only one of my nine who's really moved away. I can't get rid of most of them.

Woodstock happened in August 1969, long before the Internet and mobile phones made it possible to communicate instantly with anyone, anywhere. It was a time when we werent able to witness world events or the horrors of war live on 24-hour news channels.

Live Aid was a baby Woodstock, a child of Woodstock, which I call Globalstock.