I recently watched Trainwreck, a documentary on Netflix about Woodstock ’99. Over three episodes, the series shows the planning of the festival and then follows the interplay between the main musical acts over the course of three days and what was happening in the crowd. The title contains no hint of patented Gen X irony: it was a debacle. The festival took place at a huge former air force base in Rome, NY and attracted several hundred thousand people, largely teenagers and adults in their early 20s.