Like most unassuming small towns that’ve been adopted by creatives over the years, Woodstock was full of power players who were joyfully living under the radar when I first took up residence here almost two decades ago. The word ‘creatives’ is slightly cringy to me, wildly overused and most certainly not what comes to mind when I remember my early days in what is often referred to as “the oldest arts community in the United States.” There was, of course, my neighbor and friend of decades, Michael Lang, a name recognized as royalty here, having co-created the zeitgeist that was…
