Phamous Phoenicia, #1
Came across this last night while speed-reading Making Tracks: The Rise of Blondie. Debbie Harry says, and I quote…
“…I packed everything and moved upstate to live outside Woodstock in Phoenicia with my pregnant girlfriend.
The same thing happened to a lot of people at the end of the sixties. it was a tremendously down period and we all had tho shake off the freakouts that occurred in ’68 and ’69…
It too me some time to readjust. I got the old blow-ups and put on a lot of weight. By the time I left Phoenicia in 1970, you couldn’t tell the difference between me and my pregnant girlfriend.”
Phoenicia already has an enormous claim to fame through Camp Woodland, which in its mid-20th Century heyday hosted more folk musicians as performers, councilors and students than you could shake a classroom full of tambourines at. And I could name a few other musicians who currently hide away somewhere up here, at least part of the time. But none of that is quite like the future DEBBIE HARRY holing up here in ’69-’70. Time to put up a plaque on Main Street?