And I believe him. See, we're a lot alike, me and my Uncle Mike. How, you ask? Well, we share a great sense of humor, and aside from being the kind of people who don't hesitate pulling up our pants to our tits and running around the living room for a laugh, we find a ton of folks annoying, and we like laughing about folks who annoy us. Oh, and we find nothing funny about traveling to an outdoor music festival and your Woodstock car crew with the camping gear gets shut out by police at the gate for overcrowding while you and your buddy, stuck inside the Woodstock campgrounds searching for a campsite, battle thousands of sweaty hippies in the pouring rain, in torrential vain, with nary a thing but the shirts on your backs for shelter and $5 bananas, and you don't know where your friggin' friends are, 'cause this was before damn cellphones, for cryin' out loud. Then, when you both get sick of your exhaustion, muddy wet feet and being kicked out of a dozen tents by your fill of "generous" hippies, you manage to get the fuck out of there, promised a blessed lift home with some chicks via the roof of a car, but the broad driving decides she don't wanna let you out before the NY State Thruway exit, and so she shouts out the window up at you with a snicker, "OH, NO! WE'RE TAKING YOU TO NYC WITH US!..." and there you are, forced to make the awkward and dangerous jump off off the roof onto the on-ramp at full speed in order to nab another ride to Massachusetts.
Hearing this, I'm sure I'd have hated Woodstock too. And it is with that knowledge that I dedicate the following Woodstock treasure to my Uncle Mike. Mike, please enjoy--this time in the comfort and relative safety of your dry employers. Cheers!
jefferson airplane, grace slick, "white rabbit," 1969
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Anne,
Nice observations and a nice "uncle story" -
Just wait until next summer's 40th Anniversary Woodstock Mega-Celebrations...Anderson Cooper certainly will have fun interviewing all the old hipsters.
My friends and I always joke that if we were teenagers (or young adults) back in the 1960s, we would be the ones in the back (at Woodstock or wherever...) yawning and calling everybody a bunch of idiotic poseurs.
In fact, the saddest part about the 1960s is how few young people (back then) grew up with morals and pristine ideals and hopes and dreams...
The 60s Generation basically only begat smart-ass tatoo-ed brats and heavy debt...although Grace Slick is still fairly "cool" (with her gray hair and artwork)
PS - TARGET (the store) makes a bundle regurgitating 1960s clothing and design styles
as do K-MART and a million other companies
Peace and Lunch - Kurt B
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