Trainwreck: Woodstock '99 (2022) s01e02 Episode Script

1
Let's hear it for Bush.
Thank you!
Woodstock '99, day one. Pow!
If you can't sleep tonight, there's a rave
right over there in the hangar.
Party all night.
Friday the 23rd was my 29th birthday.
Happy birthday, dear Colin ♪
I decided to go to the rave hangar
with a bunch of our production crew.
Oh, babe. Oh!
Here we go ♪
We were so excited.
You could fucking feel the energy
as you approached the hangar.
Here we go ♪
There was just the crush of 60,000 people.
It was kind of like
looking into the first ring of hell
if the first ring of hell were fun.
It was just unhinged.
Everybody in various states of undress
and just high as balls.
Here we go ♪
We're a little high.
At one point,
this cute little hippie chick
in fairy wings came up to me.
She was like,
"Hey, do you want some ecstasy?"
And even though I knew
that I had to work the next day,
I was like,
"Sure, I'm turning 29. Let's do this."
Here we go ♪
Everyone was enjoying themselves,
but you could feel it.
Like, there was no control.
Fuck you.
There was no one to tell you,
"Hey, you're taking it too far."
You know, you have hundreds
of thousands of people on the site,
and most of them are naked.
It's an invitation for trouble.
It was the train off the tracks.
You did not know
what was gonna happen next.
I woke up at 8:00 a.m.
I kind of feel weird.
And I'm like, "What is wrong with me?"
And I take a look in the mirror,
and my eyeballs are the size of cue balls.
They're just Pwong. Like so dilated.
And I realize, "Holy shit,
that ecstasy that I took
four hours ago is now kicking in."
"And now I'm in for a ride."
I tried to go back to bed for an hour
to try and kind of sleep it off.
But I was just vibrating like,
"Oh my God."
"Just breathe. Just breathe."
- "You've got to get going."
- You're late.
So, I strapped on all my gear
and my walkie-talkie, and like,
"Okay, let's go.
We're going back into the festival."
It was just such a surreal thing
to walk into.
I mean, Friday,
it had been very beautiful.
But then today, we're living in filth.
Can we get your reaction this morning
on the outhouse facilities?
It is just nasty.
- How nasty?
- Can I curse on?
Oh! Smell that.
Oh!
- Nastiest thing I've ever seen.
- Has anyone used the bathroom?
It's like going into a bathroom
and not flushing it for a whole year
and stepping into it. It's disgusting.
We gotta close the door, man.
Thanks a lot. Oh, I'm gonna be sick.
Saturday was supposed to be
the greatest day
of the greatest rock festival
of the decade.
Limp Bizkit, Kid Rock, Fatboy Slim.
Let's go, guys! Let's go!
But that's not what any of us
who were actually there remember it for.
Saturday was the day
everything started to fall apart.
Hello?
The porta-potties
were just the tip of the iceberg.
In the production office,
we started hearing tales
of multiple breakdowns
in the infrastructure around the festival.
We show up Saturday
to work security,
and we had to walk, you know,
probably a good half-mile down the runway.
It was just almost like a layer of trash
that you had to shuffle through
to get to the stage.
Okay, fine, you're not going
to get every piece of trash.
But this was literally
like they did nothing.
The place was disgusting.
Garbage cans were few
and far between, it seemed,
and overflowing if there were any.
Like all departments,
the Sanitation Department had budget cuts.
Trash services and the sewage services
were all farmed out.
So we're relying
on all these subcontractors.
And whether it was
not having enough people, or just like,
"Hey, it's a festival.
Let's go and have fun."
Unfortunately, they did not do their jobs.
Woodstock, day number two. Have fun.
Turn my guitar up loud, loud, loud.
You are free to throw your plastic bottles
when I start this record.
I was up in the tower,
looking down at the stage,
and I could see trash every place.
And I said, "That is gonna be the downfall
of Woodstock '99,
what you're looking at right there."
"Because these kids
are not gonna be happy."
"We're not taking
good enough care of them."
They wanted the Woodstock spirit
from Woodstock '69.
I was 27 at the original Woodstock,
and it was one
of the most important events of my life.
I mean, it was peace and love.
My mom was a huge part of Woodstock '69.
She was instrumental in getting
all the food for the free kitchens.
To see that many people
get along with each other
and take care of each other,
it changed my life.
So, I wanted to keep
Woodstock '99 beautiful.
And I knew that we were looking
at a disaster
if we left the trash on the ground.
Where's Waste Management?
So, I took it upon myself
to get a bunch of trash bags
and go out and hand them out.
She didn't know. She didn't know
what she was gonna get into.
Trash bags for your area.
Trash bags for your area.
Come on. Everybody, help out.
One person said to me,
"I paid $150 to be here.
You should clean it up."
And I said, "Well, this is a different
kind of Woodstock."
Maybe these kids don't have enough love.
Maybe they're acting this way
Okay, this is a piece of art.
This is a piece of art.
Come on. Back up on its end.
On its end. This way.
When you're in
an environment like this,
and you don't have enough infrastructure
to support
the number of people that are there
then it starts to cause things
to unravel.
I mean, if it looks like the venue
doesn't care, then why should you care?
Behind the scenes, the producers
of this event were disorganized.
I mean, there was so much
happening on-site,
and Michael and John,
they were not really paying attention
to the logistical problems.
We are backstage
at Woodstock '99 with three,
what look like very happy dudes,
three kingpins.
You got Ossie Kilkenny,
Michael Lang, John Scher.
How's it going? You look all happy.
Things must be going very well.
Well, things are going very nicely.
We're about halfway through.
We were having fun.
We had worked a year to plan this.
And it was working.
It seems so well organized.
It's so well put together.
There is no festival
like Woodstock in the world.
Yes, issues existed,
but they were isolated.
I mean, nobody came
thinking they were gonna stay
at the Ritz-Carlton.
It's been a great success.
Everything has come to expectations.
And what's most important
for everybody here,
everyone's enjoying it.
You don't see anybody out there
saying anything negative.
- Assholes!
- It's fucked up, man.
- It's not good.
- It is fucked up, man.
They're just sitting there
with blinders on.
Like, "Hey, it's all good."
How about pleasant surprises?
Things you might have not expected
to go as well as they did.
Well, I think the weather
turned out to work very much in our favor.
Day one was hot,
but day two, it was like a furnace.
I mean, there was a lot of concrete.
Hot, beating, like,
Lawrence of Arabia-type sun beating down.
All right, you wanna rock?
Yeah!
All right.
From Detroit Kid Rock!
By now,
everybody's getting hyped up for Kid Rock.
And it's the hottest part
of the hottest day of the year.
Kid Rock comes out in this big fur coat.
First thing I'm thinking
is, like, "Holy shit. He's insane."
And he throws it off,
and it was like James Brown-type stuff.
And he just goes, "My name is Kid!"
Rock ♪
Come on ♪
I was off to the side
of the crowd.
The band was going crazy,
and the crowd was going crazy.
It was hot where I was standing,
and I didn't have anybody next to me,
so I can only imagine
the temperature within the pit.
It must have been a fucking toaster oven.
I was assigned to a tent
that was right next to the stage.
The sun was burning,
and the humidity and the heat
were so high that standing still,
you would just literally
be drenched in your own perspiration.
People were being brought out
who were unconscious due to heatstroke,
and their skin
was literally dry to the touch.
Do you see how hot it is, folks?
Look at his face.
You can just see how hot it is.
I can't feel my legs anymore.
More than 1,000 people have been treated
for heat exhaustion and dehydration
at the Woodstock '99
music festival in Upstate New York.
This was not a walk in the park.
I completely underestimated this event.
I said to myself, "We're fucked."
"We're fucked."
Water! Water! Water! Water!
Give them some water, goddamn it.
Water! Water! Water! Water!
People were trying desperately
to find shade wherever they could.
It was like the scarcest thing
on the planet,
and people were seeking it out everywhere.
There was really no place for you
to get out of this situation, okay?
They hadn't provided it.
What does that say about the producers
to a kid who's coming, paying their money
and wanting to have
this wonderful "Woodstock" experience?
Okay? It says
they don't give a fuck about you.
This little octagon here will get me a lot
of places here at Woodstock '99.
Right behind me, past those
heavily fortified gates you see,
that's the artists' compound.
Backstage,
the atmosphere was great.
We had tons and tons
of dressing-room trailers
that were well-appointed, we had chefs.
And at one point,
we had a big barbecue going.
The acts got treated great.
- How are you?
- Cool.
I arrived on the Saturday
in a stretch limo.
I remember there was a really big thing
that we all had to sign.
It sort of felt a little bit
more like walking down a red carpet
at an awards ceremony
than arriving at a festival.
Everything was sponsored out of its mind.
Budweiser beer.
You're watching Woodstock '99!
Whoo!
There's a place giving away Converse gear
if you wanna blag some stuff.
Absolutely.
You guys are cool to hook us up.
Peace and love
equals capitalistic venture.
There you go.
Let's call a spade a spade. Come on.
It didn't have that "peace and love,"
and "we're all in it, this, together,"
sense of community.
We were really spoiled
at Woodstock.
But you went over that wall and
it's a hundred degrees.
They're standing on tarmac.
They're paying, like,
eight dollars for a burrito.
The kids are just getting gouged
left and right.
And come Saturday, they were pissed.
And that was when they started
to throw stuff at us for the first time.
Suddenly, concertgoers
were taking aim at us.
At MTV.
People are now throwing hats
and other things.
They knew that we were live on air.
They were fucking with us.
Awesome. This right here
is Woodstock '99 at its finest.
You would hear
a handful of change, or a battery,
you know, kind of like
ricochet off the set.
I have to be looking at the tower.
I can't be looking at the crowd
to see a rock that's coming at my head.
It was, like, really terrifying.
We're starting to feel like a target.
Like, we represented something
to them that they resented.
I'm sick of the Backstreet Boys
on MTV Live. I'm sick of that.
- You know, it's bull
- Don't hold back on me.
I'm not holding back. I hate that sh
There you go.
Welcome the Backstreet Boys.
In the late '90s, MTV was the embodiment
of what the music industry became
from Woodstock '69 to Woodstock '99.
It was no longer about revolution.
It was more about, "Buy my T-shirt."
Joey McIntyre, "Stay the Same."
You'd better go pick it up.
To the rock fan,
MTV VJs do not seem like one of them.
I mean, they were the face
of this corporate monolith
that was bastardizing their music.
"You guys are selling out,"
or "Corporate's trying to come in
and ruin our fun. We wanna be free."
Suck a fucking dick.
I don't know
if it was just a generational shift
in youth culture, but they were done.
The Backstreet Boys.
People were mad.
This guy came up behind me
and tried to burn my ass with a cigar.
And there's not enough security here
to stop it.
Honestly, there was not enough security
for 250,000 people.
Security at Woodstock '99
was kind of a joke.
It was like, you know,
kids with yellow T-shirts.
In 1999, I was still 18 at that point.
I ran graffiti, chasing after girls,
nightclubs, and all the festivities
that came along with it.
This guy said,
"Hey, I need to sign people up
for security detail for Woodstock '99."
"We'll be paying you $500 to come."
You know, it was pretty much,
"Sign this form, and you're security."
We almost had to take a look
behind our shoulders twice and go,
"Us? Really?" You know, "You sure?"
We didn't want anybody uniformed,
or anybody carrying a gun.
We didn't want the influences
of the government
or of the, you know,
police state or whatever.
So the security that we hired,
they were not armed.
They were peace patrol.
What's Woodstock mean to you guys?
For me, it's money, and sex, and bitches,
truthfully.
Wow. These guys have really captured
the spirit of Woodstock.
We met people from local neighborhoods
in Brooklyn that we knew.
And I was like,
"Who has a joint? Let's smoke."
None of these people were doing
what they were supposed to from day one.
At some point, someone approached me
and asked what did that T-shirt do for me.
So being an opportunist, I said,
"This T-shirt does anything you want."
Knowing it didn't do that.
"Oh, does it get me backstage?"
"Yeah, it gets you backstage."
"You wanna sell it?"
"Four hundred dollars."
I'll take it.
I have another shirt in my bag.
It was laughable, you know?
Like, "Look at this. What a joke this is."
We could see how this is gonna go.
Come on! Yeah!
Show it. Show it.
By midway through the festival,
a lot of the crowd realized
they could do whatever they wanted
without fear of repercussions
or consequences.
- Nice butterfly.
- Thank you very much.
Hey, that girl needs a rub.
I started seeing large groups
of dudes hanging out, surrounding women,
you know, chanting in their faces
to take off their bikini tops.
Mob psychology is getting
maybe a little dangerous here.
Hey, guys, give her some room.
You're getting scary here.
- Can you guys give me some room?
- Please. She'll suffocate.
One young woman
had just body-surfed over the crowd.
And I said, "How was it?"
I'm thinking it was great.
You know, she's body-surfing.
Um, and she goes,
"Well, I hate all men now."
There's the people
that are legit trying to carry you
and actually move you along
like they're supposed to be.
But there's equally as many dudes,
like, grabbing your boob
and, you know, getting a squeeze
on your butt as they're passing you along.
And, you know, I was young. I was 14.
Like, I had never had those kind of hands,
you know, in those places.
I think from Saturday on,
I heard some reports
that the women were pushed around.
But there were a lot of women
who voluntarily had their tops off.
And then you get into a mosh pit,
and you get crowd-surfed.
Could somebody have touched their breasts?
Yes. I'm sure they did.
What could I have done about it?
I'm not sure I could have done anything.
Looking back on it,
it's sad that in the '90s
those things were just kind of
the way that it was,
and it was accepted.
The whole weekend,
there was a lack of respect.
Lack of respect from the promoters to us.
Lack of respect
from the attendees to the grounds.
Lack of respect of men to women.
So, there was a lot of anger
and hostility building up.
It was, like, the wildest thing.
We got Limp Bizkit tonight.
Best of luck to everyone here
for no serious injuries tonight.
Although, I don't know.
I hope they've stocked up
on their stretchers and their bandages.
I was a huge fan of Limp Bizkit,
and we were super excited to see them.
I think they're happy
to see Limp Bizkit here.
At that moment, they were one
of the biggest bands in the world.
Are you gonna be able to tear things up,
drive them nuts, just go wild?
This was really their moment.
And, to me,
Limp Bizkit were the biggest draw
in terms of why the young people
were making this pilgrimage
to the middle of New York.
The fans of Limp Bizkit
did not come from any elitist groups.
This was your average rock fan.
And they were champions
to the underdogs of the world.
It's all about the nookie!
- It's all about the nookie!
- Yeah!
Their big song was "Nookie."
And if I need to get pumped?
Absolutely I rock out to that.
- I did it all for the nookie ♪
- Come on ♪
"Nookie" took over the summer,
and everybody was constantly singing it.
Stick it up your ♪
Stick it up your ♪
Fred Durst wasn't like a famous rock star.
He was like one of us. He wore DC shirts.
He wore a baseball hat backwards.
And you could relate to him so much.
I loved how, just,
they didn't give a fuck. Period.
See you in jail.
He was just like the ringleader.
He'd always just get
He would get people
to do the craziest shit.
Well, Woodstock,
it's been a pretty mellow afternoon.
But you know what? That shit is over.
We're at the barricade, right?
After what we had been through
with Korn the night before
you know, there was a little bit
of, like, apprehension.
Okay, now people might be on day two
of their multiday no-sleep bender.
Lots more drugs. Lots more alcohol.
What's coming up?
The one, the only
Limp Bizkit!
When you walk out on stage,
and 250,000 people
are looking back at you,
and you can go like this, and they all
It's like you're an orchestra conductor.
Are you ready
to get this motherfucker going?
And they are your orchestra.
All right, y'all.
From the front to the back like this.
And that's what Fred did.
Like, he was out there moving them.
Just like this.
Now, everybody, get up!
The mosh pit was just like nothing
I'd ever seen before.
As a hungry young reporter,
I saw this as being
a really great opportunity.
Bring it ♪
Limp Bizkit's in the house ♪
There's not another reporter here
that's going to venture
into that mosh pit.
Bring that beat back ♪
I am going in.
Just like this ♪
Are you ready?
Then get up ♪
I am in this pit
speaking into my microphone,
pushing people off of me,
ducking out of the way.
I'm in the pit
about 100 feet away from the stage.
I've been hit in the head
with a Frisbee, a shoe.
Dave Blaustein, ABC News.
The crowd was, like, undulating.
They were almost one organism.
Bunch of crazy motherfuckers out there.
When you look at the tension
that had been building up with the crowd,
it was a hand grenade.
This shit looks fucking insane.
During "Break Stuff" is when
that hand grenade actually exploded.
I'm gonna ask you
a personal question.
There's this little preamble.
"How many of you people like NSYNC?"
And then you hear, "Boo!"
How many of you people here
ever woke up one morning
and just decided
it wasn't one of those days,
and you're gonna break some shit?
"Well, this is one of them days, y'all,
where everything's fucked."
where everything's fucked up.
"And you just wanna break some shit."
It's just one of those days
When you don't wanna wake up ♪
Everything is fucked, everybody sucks ♪
You don't really know why
But you wanna justify ♪
Rippin' someone's head off ♪
You could see Fred Durst's id, ego,
and superego battling it out on stage.
So, come and get it ♪
You see the look
on his face, like,
"Holy shit."
You have a superego.
"All right, calm down, Fred.
Just be good. Don't do anything crazy."
But then you have the id going,
"Fuck, yeah! Let's do this!"
Time to reach deep down inside.
"Take all that negative energy"
and let that shit
out of your fucking system.
You got girl problems?
You got boy problems?
You got parent problems?
You got boss problems?
You got job problems?
It was kind of like Fred understood
what we were all going through
and spoke to each person
in that crowd at that moment.
You feel me, Woodstock?
All right. Let's bring it out.
Then he has to add,
"Now, when this song kicks in,
I want you to fucking kick in."
And that's it.
Kerosene, match. Boom.
Give me something to break ♪
Give me something to break ♪
It went from,
"Oh, we're having a nice day."
"Oh, we're going to fucking destroy shit.
We're gonna go crazy."
How about your fucking face? ♪
And they're diving
all over each other.
People are getting trampled,
bloody heads.
I mean, this is like triage.
This is like warfare.
A motherfucking chain saw ♪
So come and get it ♪
So, I'm standing on the barricade,
there to try to protect the stage,
when it flashed into my head
that my good friend Chris
was at the sound tower.
So at that point,
I was working the sound tower
and sort of feeling
all those people around us.
It was definitely intimidating.
We were, I don't know,
ten guys on an island, right?
We were just surrounded by a crowd
that's completely off the rails.
So the sound guys,
they had actually hung a sign out there
that basically said, you know,
"The Alamo" on it.
We start noticing people
start banging against the plywood planks.
Then the next thing you know,
you start getting some hands on top.
Then you start seeing heads, you know,
people sort of pushing each other up.
That's when my heart rate
started pumping. I mean, it was scary.
It's like a scene where zombies
are coming over the castle walls.
People were rocking back and forth,
and there was plywood,
and they're trying to rip it off.
I was like, "Holy shit."
You could see the sound stage
is, like, shaking.
At that point,
it was like a mayday.
It was like, an SOS went out
from the sound tower guys.
I need some backup.
Pull your people out of there.
I, and many of the other security guards,
jumped over the barricade
to try to get to them to help them.
Those guys from the barricade came.
They saw us.
They said, "Let's go. We're evacuating."
And then, yup, we just hauled ass.
I don't have much memory of this,
other than just diving over the barricade
as the sea sort of swallowed us up
behind me.
Let me hear some fucking noise!
I watched it
from the side of the stage.
Fred was riling up the crowd.
And I saw it get increasingly
rambunctious and then out of hand.
You know what?
It would probably be a lot easier
if they just showed us their penises,
just get over with it.
I feel like we're watching a documentary
on the Discovery Channel or something.
Let's just hope that some of them
get hit between the legs,
and they don't breed.
It was fun at first.
And then it turned out to be,
like, I got to get out of here.
I'm, like, not having fun no more.
I really thought, like,
I was gonna die there at one point.
Like, my mom's gonna see me
on the news, dead at Woodstock.
I saw a girl get hit in the head
with a glass bottle.
Security, to their credit,
they grab her and they bring her out.
I follow them into the medical area,
and what I saw
was incredibly frightening and shocking.
I saw blood on the ground. I saw somebody
getting staples in their head.
I saw people getting IVs.
Somebody looked like
they had a broken leg.
I saw several people just laying on cots,
and their bodies almost looked lifeless.
I was treating six,
seven patients at a time.
It took everything from us, our equipment,
our materials, our supplies.
Everything was gone.
I said to myself, "Oh man, I'm done.
I want to go home. I'm quitting."
But I'm showing you that door ♪
I gotta have faith ♪
Gotta have faith ♪
Hey, yo, Woodstock.
Get the fuck up!
Fred Durst wasn't trying
to get them to stop.
He was joining in.
He got up on one board,
and he was trying to crowd-surf himself.
He's gyrating
like Jack Sparrow with fleas.
You know, he's just like
And I'm like, "What is he doing?"
Gotta have faith ♪
Faith ♪
I'd never pulled the plug
in my life for any act ever.
Woodstock 1999!
I went over to the production manager
and said, "Fred, end of set."
Let's chill, catch our breath.
There's hurt people here,
and they're your brothers and sisters.
Limp Bizkit has gone offstage.
Fred, have you ever seen
anything like that in your life?
I can tell you, I've never done
anything like that in my life.
How scary was it for you up there
when they started ripping the place apart
and started taking the plywood
off the towers?
Oh my God. Dude, it's not our fault.
That's all I can say.
It was amazing, man. It was phat.
I didn't take into account
what a jerk Fred Durst is.
He was enjoying it.
Fred could have quieted them down
in a minute.
But instead, he was riling up the crowd.
Pointing the finger at Fred
is about the last thing anybody should do.
There really isn't a way
to control 300,000 people.
The best thing he could do
is put on the best show possible.
And that's what he did.
I don't think you can blame Limp Bizkit
for being Limp Bizkit.
It's like blaming a bear for being a bear.
I mean, you know, it's
Limp Bizkit is what it is.
Saturday night
was the first time I really felt unsafe.
It felt like we were building up
to something serious happening.
And then the only question became,
like, what? When? Where?
There was really only one place
you could go to keep the party going.
And that was the rave hangar.
Whoo!
There was this ominous feeling.
I kept hearing how fans
had been tearing walls apart.
Now all of these people
were coming to my facility
to spend the evening with me.
We're talking tens of thousands of people.
And for every person
you had inside the building,
you had four people
that want outside the building.
So you can just imagine in your mind
how dangerous of a situation this was.
Let's go. Let's go.
The headlining act
was Fatboy Slim.
I'd been closeted in my dressing room
all afternoon with people just going,
"Oh, it's a bit chaotic out there."
But no one had told me
that there'd been any damage,
that there'd been any violence.
Walking up on stage,
all I can think of is,
"This is a big moment."
"Try and keep the energy up
to match that of the crowd."
Fatboy Slim is fucking in heaven.
Fatboy Slim is fucking in heaven.
Fatboy Slim is fucking in heaven.
Fatboy Slim is fucking in heaven.
Starting with
"Fatboy Slim is Fucking in Heaven."
It was kind of a bold statement
Fatboy Slim is fucking-fucking-fucking
just to grab everyone's attention.
One minute everyone's standing around
waiting for something to happen,
the next minute, everyone's in the air.
I like chaos,
and I like being at the heart of chaos.
And there was definitely chaos.
At Woodstock '99,
the rave probably established
what the reality was of the audience,
and what the real desires were.
People were just out of control.
You know, dancing their asses off,
walking around like zombies.
I remember seeing people
banging their heads on the floor
until they were bleeding,
because of whatever hallucinogenic
or narcotics they were on.
You were openly seeing people walk around
and just sort of hand out hits of ecstasy.
I remember shining my flashlight
into the corners,
literally seeing people
on all fours, having sex.
Totally pagan experience.
I saw from the stage
on one wall of the hangar,
several naked people lined up
with their hands up against the wall
and a line of people behind them.
What were they doing?
Um
Which Biblical word would you like for it?
There were no rules.
You know, laws, security
didn't mean much.
Woodstock '99!
Now, this is the point in your documentary
where the low drone
comes in, and it's like
At this point, things started going wrong.
I remember hearing someone say,
"Oh fuck. What is that?"
And I remember
looking out of the office window
and seeing what looked like
a couple of lights
that were making its way into the rave.
And I knew we had a problem.
They've commandeered a vehicle.
We gotta stop this.
This is massively dangerous
So I became aware of what I thought
was a kind of sort of
floating dance platform,
like a podium,
with about 20 or 30 people on it.
Which turned out to be a van.
We made our way down to the floor,
and we literally met the vehicle
as it got halfway into the building.
Holy shit!
And then I started getting
the taps on the shoulder.
And it's like, "We gotta stop the music.
The van's gotta go."
"Aw, not tonight.
You know, this is Woodstock."
"This is all" It was all going so well.
Disappointed!
We have to move the truck
out of the venue,
or else Fatboy cannot continue.
And people started throwing things
at him and at me.
It's not my fault. It's not my fault.
That was literally the moment
when everything
started to look a little less fun.
Fucking hell. What a shambles.
I, uh, came up on
the passenger side of the van,
and I could see a guy was driving.
And you could just see his eyes,
they were glazed.
He was He really wasn't present.
Supervisor security command.
I remember somebody screaming
that there was a weapon.
It was one of those old, rusty machetes.
So, I went for the side door,
slid the door open. It just opened.
And the first thing I saw was a girl
that looked maybe 15 or 16 years old,
who was
Literally had her shirt over her breasts,
and her pants were down to her ankles.
She was passed out.
And there was a guy in the back with her,
who was putting his shorts back on.
I was floored.
It just took the life out of me.
The stagehand took her
straight through the backstage,
and she went away in an ambulance.
I'm not sure what happened
to the guy in back of the van,
but we just tried to put the van
in neutral and get it out of the rave.
Everybody was oblivious
to what had just happened.
That is just hideous to think
that in the midst
of all those people having fun
and me wanting to make everybody
love each other,
that that was going on
literally under our noses.
All my crew and the people
from the record company,
they were properly rattled.
I could see in their eyes.
They weren't being overdramatic.
Shit's kicking off,
and it's kind of not safe.
"There's a car just over there.
Don't worry about your records."
"We'll take your records.
You just get in that car."
"We need to get out of here."
There's just adrenaline
coming out of my ears.
I did exactly as I was told and ran.
We drove straight to an airport
and slept at the airport
until our flight the next day.
Woodstock '99!
Seeing that girl in the van,
that was a byproduct
of what was allowed to play out
the entire time we were there.
It was supposed to be Woodstock. Um
I think by that time,
we all realized it wasn't Woodstock.
It was You know, what it was.
It was just chaos.
Woodstock!
Whoo!
It is really out of control now.
Now it's dangerous. And that's scary.
Saturday night
is when all hell really broke loose.
Shit got crazy.
And so, I mean, here comes Sunday.
Whoo-hoo!
We are going to get out of here.
- I think we're going to go.
- Yes.