
Peepstock Tamm is old enough to remember Woodstock, although, she sighs, she didn't get to go. But you wouldn't know this, given the verisimilitude of her entry. In her audience: a pair of bunny Peeps are snuggling in a sleeping bag. Other Peeps are smoking, um, something and still others are rolling around in mud. "I knew those (melted) Nestlé chocolate chips would come in handy," Tamm says. (Stay away from the brown acid.)