in high school i thought i hated santana. really, i never had listened to him, but all the jocks liked him and the whole airbrush paintings of wizards practicing magic in space didn't fit my image. this film of woodstock converted me and it was the rhythm section more than anything else that did it. i know some of you might dismiss this as the stereotypically interminable classic rock drum solo, but i love it. these guys were in tune with something.