An aging warehouse with a cement floor, br broken glass, and swooning walls. br Proud of its code violations. br No ads or radio spots, you just had to br know this was the place. br Before the Dead Kennedys came on, br some other band played “Sit On My br Face, Stevie Nicks.” In the parking lot, br Some boys too young for facial hair br mocked my pal’s beard, “I’ll br bet you were at Woodstock, ” one br sneered. This was an epithet? I wish br I had been at Woodstock. I would have br stayed for Jimi after everyone else left. br Now it’s too late and it always will be.