A SLICE OF AMERICANA PIE

It’s 5 p.m. on a sweltering July afternoon in rural upstate New York, and my friend Amy and I are stuck, bumper-to-bumper, inching down a narrow country lane toward the site of the most famous rock festival in history, 1969’s Woodstock. At this much smaller-scale outdoor gathering—Willie Nelson’s Outlaw Music Festival tour stop at Bethel Woods—nearly 15,000 of us have flocked to see Willie, Bob Dylan, and the duo of Robert Plant and Alison Krauss backed by a band led by Tulsa guitar slinger JD McPherson.