No, my mother wouldn't put up with that, lol. Oh, I had the bell bottoms and love beads and psychedelic shirts and I read 'The Village Voice' alot but that was about it for me.
Not really, but I loved the clothes and embraced many other aspects of the culture. I still believe we can live in peace, I still see my fellow humans as my sisters and brothers, and I do love granola!
Bigtime, Sister Jean. Peace, love and granola. Sang in coffee houses, wore flowers in my hair, went to 'happenings'. Burned incense. Danced in the sun. Went to Woodstock. Had flowers painted on my car.......
Being born in 1962 I was just a few years to young to actually be a hippie, however, I dressed like one and at times still do. Due to my clothing and music preferences, my son calls me a hippie all the time - in a very loving and teasing manner. LOL.
No. I was a jock... a power-lifter preparing for a college football career. My best friend gave up a promising baseball opportunity, and succumbed to the acid-rock lifestyle of Haight-ashbury and the Fillmore district. He did, turn me on, to the NorCal music scene. Though, I really stood out in a crowd, with a buzz-cut, tight jeans, and a tight white T-Shirt showing off a lot of time moving iron, for my sport. (Can you say, Narc?) Needless to say, the hippie-chicks were more afraid of me then attracted... though there were a few, who hadn't gone all wavy-gravy, yet!
Especially, when we went to the nude sunbathing hang-outs.
Of course, the SoCal music scene was more diverse and a mix of lifestyles. I got to see the new house-band at the Whisky-a-go-go! When the Doors replace Arthur Lee and Love. And you could walk down the strip and see the Byrds, at Pandora's Box, or Jimi Hendrix sitting for a set at the Troubadour.
NorCal and SoCal were worlds apart, in may ways.
I was more a surfer type. Happy to follow the Beach Boys at Hawthorne High, The Association at mine. So much music.
No tune in, drop out for me... I had gooks to kill, and later a business to build.
My friend, ended up somewhere in Canada. He had a selective service (Draft) number of 8. Just as well... He wo...
No. I was a jock... a power-lifter preparing for a college football career. My best friend gave up a promising baseball opportunity, and succumbed to the acid-rock lifestyle of Haight-ashbury and the Fillmore district. He did, turn me on, to the NorCal music scene. Though, I really stood out in a crowd, with a buzz-cut, tight jeans, and a tight white T-Shirt showing off a lot of time moving iron, for my sport. (Can you say, Narc?) Needless to say, the hippie-chicks were more afraid of me then attracted... though there were a few, who hadn't gone all wavy-gravy, yet!
Especially, when we went to the nude sunbathing hang-outs.
Of course, the SoCal music scene was more diverse and a mix of lifestyles. I got to see the new house-band at the Whisky-a-go-go! When the Doors replace Arthur Lee and Love. And you could walk down the strip and see the Byrds, at Pandora's Box, or Jimi Hendrix sitting for a set at the Troubadour.
NorCal and SoCal were worlds apart, in may ways.
I was more a surfer type. Happy to follow the Beach Boys at Hawthorne High, The Association at mine. So much music.
No tune in, drop out for me... I had gooks to kill, and later a business to build.
My friend, ended up somewhere in Canada. He had a selective service (Draft) number of 8. Just as well... He wouldn't have lasted, in country.
Loved the music. However, I missed a lot of the Hippie movement... I was a tad busy!
When I first watched Jim Morrison sing "The End"... I didn't connect the dots, until later.
Trivia note: Few people now that the skinny black teenager, the river-rat dancing on the back of the PBR, grew-up to play... Morpheus, in the Matrix. Laurence Fishburne.
lol...I was teasing you...not sure if you did but the boyz in Texas did....I think it was long flowing hair, the navy jeans belted with scarves and the gauze shirts with leather fringed vests & sandals/barefooted.
You're right we did...lol....I had a Cow-boyfriend...serious Cowboy as he taught me how to ride and I watched him rope! I did cry at the rodeo i attended with him as I felt sorry for the animals..lol
Especially, when we went to the nude sunbathing hang-outs.
Of course, the SoCal music scene was more diverse and a mix of lifestyles. I got to see the new house-band at the Whisky-a-go-go! When the Doors replace Arthur Lee and Love. And you could walk down the strip and see the Byrds, at Pandora's Box, or Jimi Hendrix sitting for a set at the Troubadour.
NorCal and SoCal were worlds apart, in may ways.
I was more a surfer type. Happy to follow the Beach Boys at Hawthorne High, The Association at mine. So much music.
No tune in, drop out for me... I had gooks to kill, and later a business to build.
My friend, ended up somewhere in Canada. He had a selective service (Draft) number of 8. Just as well... He wo...
Especially, when we went to the nude sunbathing hang-outs.
Of course, the SoCal music scene was more diverse and a mix of lifestyles. I got to see the new house-band at the Whisky-a-go-go! When the Doors replace Arthur Lee and Love. And you could walk down the strip and see the Byrds, at Pandora's Box, or Jimi Hendrix sitting for a set at the Troubadour.
NorCal and SoCal were worlds apart, in may ways.
I was more a surfer type. Happy to follow the Beach Boys at Hawthorne High, The Association at mine. So much music.
No tune in, drop out for me... I had gooks to kill, and later a business to build.
My friend, ended up somewhere in Canada. He had a selective service (Draft) number of 8. Just as well... He wouldn't have lasted, in country.
Loved the music. However, I missed a lot of the Hippie movement... I was a tad busy!
When I first watched Jim Morrison sing "The End"... I didn't connect the dots, until later.
Trivia note: Few people now that the skinny black teenager, the river-rat dancing on the back of the PBR, grew-up to play... Morpheus, in the Matrix. Laurence Fishburne.
Coppola's Masterpiece...
Words could never explain the sheer joy I experienced at that point in my life.