I was there at Woodstock. And I remember everything. It was in the summer of ’69, and I was busy backstage making cups of
tea for Janis, Joni, Jimi and The Grateful Dead.
But the absolute highlight for me —and
pinnacle of my brilliant career— was
the cup of tea I made for Joe Cocker. What a gentleman. He asked me, ever so politely for a cup tea, dash of milk, one sugar, and strong but not too strong. And I
can remember the song he sang, clear as a bell is my memory of him in that wonderfully raspy and
heartbreaking voice of his, singing what
became my anthem through all the ups and downs of being a tea lady— I Can Get By with A Little Help from My
Friends.