The Summer of Love, 1969 (The Hippie Thread)

There's a bunch of us who were teens in 1969. I'm sure there'll be a gabfest for it was an interesting time. I was shuttling back and forth to England so I saw the London hippie scene too which was a little different.
The first moment I realized a change had come was the second week of 9th grade when we were listening to Sgt Peppers...1967.

The majority of guys were jocks and i was with a little fringe group that was growing our hair and wearing crazy clothes.

I was 6 months old! Teehee..........

Me in the middle at Great Falls Virginia circa 1969.Long hair, muttonchops and bell-bottoms.

That's great! I had an acid trip at Great Falls (MD) about 20 years later. And, I had sex there right around sunset much to the amusement of the folks over on the VA side.

Scary place to trip...you wingnut!

Why scary?

So you were the one! Remember me? I was shoving quarters into the binoculars.

Had a couple falls there...it was a lethal spot. Specially when the river was raging.

I was 25 in '69, I kinda remember there was a snow that winter, other than that----------Oh yeah I was living in GeorgeTown Colorado and working at a recording studio.

heehee

It was a pretty tame time to visit. The most deadly threat were the flowers I was eating.

Did people have sex in the 60's???

LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL!!!
ROTFLMAO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!LOLOLOLOLLOLLLLLLOLOLOL!!!!!
JOAM!!!!!

60's sounded like FUN.

JOAM?

I was 27 in 69, roving from town to town, often by freight train, almost as often by thumb. I was passionately involved in civil rights and anti-war activities, but was closer to a beat than hippie. A non doper beat, if you can dig it.

I had an American girlfriend in 1969. I was 15, she was 13.
When her father presented us his older daughter, he said, in Spanish with as heavy American English accent:
"This is T. my oldest daughter. She is 15. She went to Woodstock, but didn't smoke mariguana".
T. was softly rubbing her blue jeans with her hand. Her eyes were red, her smile was telling.
On 1969 it was the first time I smoked pot (but I didn't inhale ).

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Mexicans are often late, you know.
We didn't have Woodstock. We had Avándaro, in 1971.
I went there. It was great.
The day after the megaconcert, the head of the Workers' Union, and the living symbol of the regime, said: "It was a bacchanal. Not a single worker went". The Secretary of the Interior gave medals to the cadets of the Military School. He said: "they represent the true Mexican youth".
I remember writing for an underground paper: "Hah!, 100 cadets are the true Mexican youth, 200 thousand jipitecas* are not true... a whiskey sour hallucination"

*(Jipitecas: a combination of hippies and Aztecs)

You don't want to know.

I'll just trust you on that.

Its said that if you can remember the '60s, you weren't there. I can only assume that explains a whole buncha stuff I'm sorta hazy about today.

"The Summer of Love" was in 1967, actually. It more or less began in January, with the massive "Human Be-in" held in San Francisco's Golden Gate Park and ended that October with the "Death of Hippy" happening, which culminated with the burial of the long famous Psychedelic Shop sign which had graced the exterior of the Thelin brother's Haight Street paraphernalia-and-poster emporium of the same name.



Here's a pretty good musicological Chronology of the '65-'69 San Francisco hippie phenomonon.

In 1967, I was in college and also worked at a place called "The Boston Tea Party," a psychedelic disco with light shows and live music. Saw many great groups - a true time of drugs, sex, and rock and roll! I could talk for hours, but....

I love all this hippie stuff. So, nobody yet who was actually at Woodstock? Timber, that link was very cool. Man, there were so many great bands around at that time. It must have been like heaven for music junkies.