The days of Flower Power and groovin' hippies. I remember going to a Beatles' Concert and I couldn't hear them for all the screaming sheilas. The '60's ROCKED!
I never saw the Beatles. Went to Woodstock though. Me and my sister, great time we were spellbound by it all. Peace
I've met people who told me they saw 'The Beatles' live in concert & it's like they saw history being made.I really admire anyone who saw 'The Doors live in concert whilst Jim Morrison was heading the band.
Born in July of 1950- So Im now 58 -Always regretted living in NYC in 69 & not making the trip upstate to Woodstock[/B Especially since a year later I was getting off a big ol'jetairliner in Da-Nang- A weird bummer for the next 13 months- Ive always wondered how many on that plane with me used the return ticket. Anyway- I was lucky that many,many Dead shows were happening upon my return to the world - I thank Jerry & the boys for ridding me of many bad vibes. I thank the more radical of our brethren for the outlet to vent- It tool some tough yrs to accumulate myself again (no help from the VA) but Im still here- doing the best I can ! peace&respect Jjack
I remember the 60s fondly, and well. I was a skoush (spelling?) too young to throw myself in the mix in the mid/late 60s but I had a brother 4 years older than myself - he was bringing home all the new music, folk, Dylan, Hendrix, etc and, the beliefs, lifestyle, and I grooved right into that at my tender age. When I was old enough, I was in the mix at sit ins, love ins, living on a commune (Zendik Farms for a short term circa 1972) in Peris CA, and hanging out a 'The Ranch' across the highway, doing acid and a guy who'd just gotten back from 'Nam. I sure wish I had my original pair of patched jeans. *sighs for good times*
Janice Joplin, Big Brother and the Holding Company at Monterey Jazz and Pop festivals, was in San Fran when the Beatles were there unfortunately it was when I was catching a plane trip out of the world.
I remember transending from the 50s into a new world of the 60s.. totally different sides of the coin, if in fact there was a coin made to represent the 60s and what had gone down in the cosmic changes that took us from one mindset into a whole new relm of comprehension. It was like some kind of Door opened and all the things you were taught made no sence anymore and a whole new aspect of understanding came forth and grabed us up and carried us away from the conventional mindset and ventured out into new thinking patterns putting ourselves to the test. Everything happened at once... BOOM!!! the revelution.. everything was on the table, you but had to make a choice.. it was cataclizmic..everyone felt it, it was in the very air. It touch some of us so deeply we were inspired into action, moved/called to come forth and take our place in The Movement Of Change. We wrote songs about it, we lamented in verse about the injustic of the human condition and how love could change it. We came forth with our Love Beads, Peace Signs and Bananna Bread. As the world took another little piece of Janis' heart and Jim shut his door and took a majick carpet ride to the other side, the beatles sang songs of Love and the Peace John Lennon found came from the end of a gun.. Bang, Bang, Shoot, Shoot. We all came together in a huge orgasum of kelidiscope vision, feelin' alright as we peeked into the Light. We carried our message of change on a Rainbow, like flowers growing through the cracks in the sidewalk of a concrete jungle. We danced with elephant bells on our ankles in bliss of our new found joy, to Ravi Shankar sitar, and reached the dark side of the moon with the moody blues. We exepirenced the univese of our bodies with Uncle Tim with the help of Owsley and the Sadoz boys, taking a trip on the majick bus. Jerry called us to the country and we were re-born on the bayou, rollin on the river of Love. Dylan said as he wacthed from desolation row that he wasn't workin on maggies farm no more and to come and sit on his big brass bed, and Randy wants you to keep your hat on. The Drugstore Cafe sold turkey sandwhiches and Dr Dave gave out free clap shots, while the Diggers were feeding the Hippies in the panhandle, listening to the earth speak to them as thay drank from the electric coolaid jar. The Times they were achangin as we left our cosy nest of our parents home and ventured out into the unkown while bobby sang the blues and Jimmi's gutar emphzied the nat'l anthem, calling attention to California Dreamin so we could see what conditition our conditition was in at the Filmore with Steve Miller shaking our tree. John Fogerty was dancin' with Proud Mary at The Human Be In at Golden Gate Park with flowers in their hair and we ran down the rabbit hole chashing the white rabbit with Gracie as she took us on a cosmic ride on The Airplane. Walking down the Street Of Love watching the Pranksters and mimes putting on their show, panhandling a dollar to purchace the fish n chips wraped in newspaper that was our staple food. The reminence of a lost civilization, we cling to the vibration of what brought us all here to this time and this place, what we exeperienced and the lessons we learned.. what we left behined as our legacy is still being written, for we are not done yet. Bright Blessings sh
I was 14 in 1967 but the real harbinger of change in those times was the music. One day it was be bop and Perry Como and then suddenly the British Invasion started by the Beatles. Everything changed then. It's amazing to remember the excitement of every new album. Before then AM radio pretty much dominated the airwaves but FM started to come in with the new music. WBCN in Boston was like another world. You could see a concert for $6.50 with 3 bands. I always had to have a crew cut when I was a kid and there were dress codes in the schools. My mother divorced my step father (a big deal in those days) and I grew my hair long. I used to go to Cambridge Common on the weekends and they would have free concerts (I remember seeing Steppinwolf there) and everyone would be getting high. There were the first head shops in Harvard Square and also SDS, TDS (Teachers for Democratic Society) Boston Draft Resistance Group, Black Panthers had tables distributing literature there. In 1 week I smoked my first joint and then started wearing jeans, flowered shirts and granny glasses to school. I instantly went from being a wallflower to being perceived as super cool and getting more dates than I could have imagined. I put down the violin and quit the Boston Youth Symphony and picked up a guitar and started playing with The Persian Slave Market . My favorite thing was when women stopped wearing bras. Suddenly you could see tits everywhere. Suddenly you could actually get laid and even get a blow job!!!! So many great hours just sitting around stoned with friends listening to music. I am still utterly convinced that the music made in the 60's was the best in history.
