• blueyedtiger said on Jul 01, 2006....

  I heard a song recently called "The 8th of November" by Big and Rich. I cried hysterically the first time and still do at the hundredth. I was born in the wrong century, being a 90s baby.

• hunter_boyce_chandler said on Jul 01, 2006....

  I missed Woodstock because the driver of our bus got stoned and took us to Lewisville Texas instead. I was a freshman in high school and had sort of run away from home. It was a time of truth. A chance to make a difference in the world. Like everyone else I know I sold out and became a "Professional". I climbed the "Property Ladder" got my own "Parking Space" etc.....Then one day I just decided that I didnt want to do that anymore. I grew my hair out, became a personal chef, got more tattoo's, got a cherry bike, began managing my kids rock band. And lived happily ever after ....Amen.

• anonymous said on Jul 01, 2006....

  Say HBC, what is a Cherry bike? Did you get a Harley? Harleys are nice bikes. I was going to show my son how to ride one once......unfortunately I hit a bump,.....threw me up into the air and I came down on my stomach. My feet were straight out behind me......worse yet.......my hand was gripping the throttle when I went "flat out". Needless to say, I was not able to steer the bike too well in that position, so before I could do anything else, I ran into a house. I fell off the bike and the bike fell over just missing me.Needless to say, that was the last time I tried to show someone how to ride a bike.

• Prewdaug said on Jul 01, 2006....

  I grew my hair long too, trouble was, I looked like Bozo....my hair grew out straight, and I was balding at the time. Can you imagine a fat guy with long staight hair sticking out all around his head? It got curly on the ends. Go look at a Bozo picture and take off the clown makeup and you had me. I used to wonder why people laughed and pointed when I went by. I thought I was a stud, they thought I was a dud. Funny, I still feel that way.....you know, the STUD, not the dud. I tried smoking certain things.....made me sick. I couldn't see, couldn't stop laughing, and kept messing up my hair....so I quit after a few hundred times. I was into the free love stuff too, you know, I want it free. But unfortunately no girl would be caught dead with a guy that looked like Bozo. So I hugged myself a lot.....and imagined what it would be like to hug a girl. It would probably have been nice, once she stopped laughing at my hair. So I, too, gave up the lifestyle and became "Studley Doright of the Mounted Police".....sort of.....can you imagine a fat guy wearing a D.I.Hat, with long red hair sticking out farther than his hat brim? That didn't work either. No girl would go with a guy that looked like Bozo in a D.I. Hat. Besides, I looked like the poster child for clowns anonymous. I climbed the ladder also, dishwasher, fast food cook,....short career....kept having to put out my hair. I went for store manager, but was fired for body odor. (Hey it gets HOT in the back when you are cooking.) I treated everyone in the place like a god, I gave them burnt offerings whenever I could. At least they were colorful with little pieces of burnt red hair sticking out from under the lettuce. So I went up the ladder some more....ditchdigger, plumber's helper, carpenter's helper....didn't last long there either....people kept stapling my hair to the wall.... I eventually walked up the ladder to over 50 different jobs until I finally found one that I could make some good money at,.... the OILFIELD!!!! Now THAT was a good job. I used to slick my hair back with crude oil. I looked great! But couldn't get any girls, because I smelled like rotten eggs all the time. (sulfer gas in the crude oil.) It really made a mess on my pillow. Had to buy a new pillow every week for awhile. Then I got smart and started buying Tiger oil. Anyone remember that stuff? Since I can't find that stuff anymore, I slick my hair back with Oil of Olay. I tried Cornhusker's lotion, but it kept drying out too much, and then my hair would stick together. I think that I was the one who started the "spiked hair" craze. It wasn't that I was TRYING to do that, it was because my hair was stuck together and so I just left it that way. Girls didn't like the porcupine look either. Finally, over the years, my forehead has receded to the back of my head. Now it feels like a babie's bottom. Girls are finally coming around, but now I can't do anything about it. more later Prewdaug So how about you? Anyone else remember the good old hippie days?

• hunter_boyce_chandler said on Jul 01, 2006....

  Predawg, You are the man!!!!!This is some seriously funny shit. Anon.. Well of course...did you think it was a Vespa???

• TheNakedProfessor said on Jul 01, 2006....

  As the beneficiary of the immediate follow-up to "the good ol' hippie days," I recall endless supplies of cheap pot, lots of boobies and couples screwing on the beaches of state parks, automatic distrust of anything military, Watergate (the clincher) and then wondering what was starting to go wrong with the music... One of the coolest benefits was having the entire Beatles pantheon to discover while stoned (these days it would be called BEATLES ON DEMAND) as well as daily "new" episodes of this really bizarre sci fi show called "Star Trek." You gotta try it, man... Pfffffffffffffffffffft. Hey! Don't Bogart. - Dave's not here.

• hunter_boyce_chandler said on Jul 01, 2006....

  Memories....well Im pretty sure there were memories....at least I think so. Something about Easy Rider, Black like Me, and a wierd underground film called "Johnny get your Gun" the rest is sort of a big blue green blur.

• earthmother_aries_1945 said on Jul 01, 2006....

  Prewdaug--you are not "The Man," unless you are wearing a uniform, and a badge...or grungy, smelly, clothing and haven't shaved or bathed in days (undercover??) At 21 with four kids and a divorce and no way to feed the children (middle-class white uman who didn't understand the welfare system.) I placed my children in foster care so that I could go to school. That was the first time I ever lived alone...met a gorgeous man who wrote for the Orange county Register...we'll call him John. I had never had an alcoholic drink, didn't smoke, and thought you had to be married to have sex. John set the mood...candles, Buffie Saint Marie (I can't spell,) juices, ice, Hendrix and some military sandoz acid--I dropped the acid, laid back on a pile of pillows and waited. about 20 minutes later I said this doesn't do anything for me! Just then the walls began to breath and the music started playing my body. When I closed my eyes everything looked like a stained glass window made of jewels. I died to self that night lifting right out of my body I became one with the godhead. the sun rose in my sex, I throbbed it was wonderful--I met myself in the bathroom mirror--got lost in that mirror so no one else could use the facility. I moved to Height--spent nights at the Filmore--heard Hendrix, and Janis Joplin...Big Brother and the Holding company...fed people with the diggers at the park's panhandle--which wasn't far from my top of a Victorian apartment on Lyon Street just down from Height. Ate at the drug store, bought beads and bells which I strung to sell to white middle class wanna be hippies who wore faded, patched, levis and walked around the street in bare feet seldom watching out for the broken glass--sometimes falling on their ass staying to become topless dancers who supported their man. They choose their man by putting money in his pocket letting him have all of them--yes hips, lips, and finger tips. He was greedy, she was greedy wanting uppers and downers, liquid meth to shoot up with finally heroin to come down loving the needle the rush until something beautiful became something sad... I escaped into poetry, books, writing my life living in south central attendind LA City College where I studied cinema--photography--Afro-American Literature...Afro-American History, dance, music and men, UCIrvine MFA poetry-earthmother_aries_1945

• hunter_boyce_chandler said on Jul 02, 2006....

  See there that's what I'm talkin about. You dont have any idea what you did in the 60's either. At the time I was sort of suspicious that I was being held by the CIA in a hospital ward with four point restriants and something shiney was being put in my IV. Or Not. earthmother your the Momma

• aeschylus said on Jul 25, 2006....

  Y'all are too funny! and still great. I was one of those "kids" just a bit too young to join in so you all got to have the fun. I missed out on actually Being! a Hippie from Wanting! to be a Hippie by about three years. (Didn't manage to gain my freedom until age 17.) This has frustrated me for a long time. Always wondered what happened to some of you guys. Predaug, you are wonderful! And Hunter Boyce Chandler, I'm hoping there are others like you. I get the impression that the generation has gone full circle and will get back to making some serious noise again. Still a Wannabe ... Can I come out to play too?

• StrangeOne said on Aug 30, 2006....

  Prewdaug, I am grateful to your generation for opening these doors for future generations, and granting us our freedoms. I feel lucky to be alive in a time and place where I can experience "free love", profoundly enlightening psychedelic drugs, and progressive political points of view. I experienced those things in the 90s, as if it was the 60s. But it was only because of you folks in the 60s, that I was able to experience these things! And so I humbly thank you.
  
  And yes, I do think your generation changed the western world - seriously for the better. Well, it has been tried before! After all, the flappers of the 20s tried to introduce freedom into our culture long before the 60s came around. But after the 60s, it finally stuck. Women have achieved equality, sex is no longer a sin (at least not for all of us), psychedelic drugs are a valid spiritual path (at least for some of us), and war is something that is not always right.
  
  And the music!!! Where would music be today, if it weren't for the wondrous seeds planted by the Beatles, and then later those by Janis Joplin, Led Zeppelin, et al? This will sound weird, but one of my favorite types of music is certain kinds of heavy metal, and even though metal isn't very hippie-like, it certainly would not exist today if it weren't for those forefathers-and-mothers of the 60s and 70s.
  
  And what of spirituality!! Again, it's not like the hippies were the first to introduce eastern philosophy into western culture. Helena Blavatsky, Rudolf Steiner, Aleister Crowley, et al. did a wonderful job of that decades earlier. But again, the events of the 60s are what finally made these ideas stick in mass consciousness, which I believe is a very, very good thing. Even if some of it turned into fluff.
  
  The only thing that faded away, unfortunately, is that spirit of protest. Well, sure, there are protests, but it seems that today's protesters are not so focused or effective as the protesters of the 60s and 70s. Instead of a singular war protest, for example, we now have massive b*tch-fests, where people come out and yell about everything from war to poverty to children to free mumia. It's sloppy, and doesn't get much accomplished. But that is my only gripe. Overall, you guys did a great job.
  

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