Santana – Woodstock 1969
I can’t remember the first time I heard Santana. I don’t mean to imply that it never left an impression. My whole life I’ve been exposed to his music and ideas in many forms, whether through the sultry, seductive guitar playing through the speakers, or the general message of peace and love which permeates the character of my grandparents. I remember in the early teen years sifting through my grandfathers record collection in the darkly…