have you ever met any famous hipster?

[unionpacificrailroad]

PEace,

i wish i could meet Dylan, Paul, Scott Mc Kenzie, and i wish i could have meet. John, Elvis, and Garcia! i know that meeting these folks must have been a trip in itself!

later

the tired flower child

[shameless_heifer]

I knew a few famous hipsters, I drank wine and sang in golden gate park with Janis (pearl) 66', I knew Emmitt Grogan who introduced me to Peter Coyote at the Diggers in 66', Steve Miller gave me a set of Punch and Judy Puppets at the Filmore East in 68', Jerry Garcia was in my apt. and pinched my butt when I lived on Stiner St.70'. Big Bro n the holding was at our commune several times to err'' score some coke. I knew Timothy Leary from Laguna Beach in so. cali earily sixties.(maybe another book there). I was in the Haight a long time and saw many "famuse" people come and go. I triped with some and knew others just in passing or to just say hi to or pass the do be to. Our commune did a lot of "road work" for a lot of different bands that played at the Avalon Ball Room and the Filmore East. I remember one Thanksgiving Nitty Gritty Dirt Band was in town and I was asked to make twenty three turkeys with stuffing for the bands party back stage. It was so cool. I had a pass to come in n out without being checked for "booze". I was carring food in and I stashed Black Jack, Platt Valley corn mash and a viraity of intoxicating beverages in the boxes of food right under the "Mans" nose. It was a great concert from where I was sitting back stage..whew.. We also painted the Airplane's sound studio on Fell St. across the pandhandle from Good Earth's HQ (commune). We painted it black and the pillers were painted gold 71'or72. It looked awesome. I spent a lot of time on Hippie Hill in Golden Gate Park from 66'/ 71'. I ran into famuse people a lot. But it was like, hey man' what happening and everyone would lite up n play music. There was food n drink n drugs for everyone even some of the pigs would stop n take a toke now n then. It was wild to say the least, but it was fresh and new and it left a mark.

Peace Love and Hippie Beads <shameless>

[Orsino2]

Crosby, Stills, and Nash... those are probably the most famous. I've met a few other "famous" people in the music business.

[earthfog]

i was onstage with David Peel and the Lower east Side a few times, does that count?

[Hari]

Around 1971-73, David Peal was visted by John Lennon and traded an old jacket for a new Martin guitar with him.(barely missed him) He was the star of the Village, and deep down Lennon wanted to be able to do that, he did say in his biography that he wanted to be the best street musician.
(problem was he could not even get out of his limo)

I lived there in The Village 69-78.In my last trip to NY I ran into David and asked him what he was doing. He said building and working with computers, imagine that!

He was drinking a quart of beer while waiting for the bus, so I knew he was still himself.:)

[unionpacificrailroad]

Peace,

wow groovy stories man! do you have any more? please keep them comming thses are wonderful!

later

the tired flower child

[Hari]

i was onstage with David Peel and the Lower east Side a few times, does that count?
THE POPE SMOKES DOPE!!!

[Hari]

Peace,

wow groovy stories man! do you have any more? please keep them comming thses are wonderful!

later

the tired flower child
Yes, flower child, I shall try to remember some of the highlights of those 9 years.

[unionpacificrailroad]

Peace,

what would you say is the funniest thing and most embarissing you did to a conformer?

later

the sleepy flower child

[gate68]

I met Ciaccia in Tahoe after his show.Smoked some sage together.

[60sHippie]

I have met Hendrix, The Beatles, Marley, Pink Floyd,Cheech Marin & Tommy Chong,Bertrand Russel and Yogi Mahesh Maharish!

[freakwentflyer]

In '79 I think it was, I was on the set of the movie "1941" and smoked a joint with John Belushi and Dan Akroid.
Back then I met and did drugs with a lot of "famous" people but to stick to the hip theme-
...for a while I was living with a beautiful young lady in LA whose father and uncle invented and marketed the Morely peddle. (the sound effect peddle for guitars used by every hip band in the late 60's and 70's.) Her best friend was the daughter of the drummer for "Little Feat". Her sisters husband was a casual friend of Bobby Weir of the Grateful Dead. So we got back stage passes at nearly every show. I did get to meet Bobby and Jerry.
That was a great time. Lotta free love goin' on then. "We can share the women we can share the wine".
Oh, yes. Once in a club called the Seven Seas on the sunset strip, I met, Ringo Star. He said he was there to see what all this "new wave" music was all about.
In retrospect, at the Dead Shows I guess I had the opportunity to meet and mingle with many more glamorous people, but truthfully, the coolest people weren't the celebrities or the people surrounding them. The best times were amongst the crowds of people without the backstage connections.

[Hari]

I remember now I was introduced to cheech or chong, the guy with beard who acording to John who introduced me, I looked like him"you two look alike". He was with a woman and we shook hands and smiled, but we did'nt say much more.
I was so used to seeing him stoned, it was unusual seeing him standing up straight.

This was in Santa Monica where I had been hanging out in the 80's.

[60sHippie]

chong is the one you met :H he's a cool guy but he's a little quiet at times but then again he can be a complete loud mouth :p

[Hari]

Later in 94 I met an almost look-alike to cheech, and we hanged out together around Venice, Westwood and even in West Hollywood playing guitars.

[Goddess Om]

I have met Hendrix, The Beatles, Marley, Pink Floyd,Cheech Marin & Tommy Chong,Bertrand Russel and Yogi Mahesh Maharish!Fuck...I'm impressed!!!!

[unionpacificrailroad]

Peace,

ya man lets hear them! i would love to hear about someone meeting Hendrix!

later

the tired flower child

[MattInVegas]

I waved & Smiled at George Carlin once. Face to Face, almost. He crossed in front of my car. (I live in Vegas, after all.) He was impressed I respected him enough to not MOB him for an autograph. We all know HE counts.

[unionpacificrailroad]

Peace Matt,

hmm. neat story! i havent really MET anyone famous. wich is fine. but i would love to see the people who made all this come true. ihave to get ready for work. i have to work from 11 to 2 pm ( luch time ) i went o hmecomming yesterday! the dance was great. i danced with at least 6 girls! hehe. i just go to homecomming to dance. after work i slipped on my dance clothes and went :) have you ever gambled Matt?

later

the tired flwoer child

[gate68]

I have met Hendrix, The Beatles, Marley, Pink Floyd,Cheech Marin & Tommy Chong,Bertrand Russel and Yogi Mahesh Maharish!
by the way,which one's pink?

[lakeoffire]

ummm the person I met is famous in my community, does that count?

[gate68]

Let me see,Reagen ,Nixon,Agnew,Bob Hope,Red Skelton,Lucy...

Lord Hanson(the owner of peabody's mines,Eureka vacume,everyready battery...)gave me a fax machine with many private phone #'s they forgot to erase.Thatcher's,Reagen's,Frank Sinatra's and many,many more.Tossed it.

[gate68]

ummm the person I met is famous in my community, does that count?As long as it wasn't Ted Kennedy...

[MattInVegas]

Peace Matt,

hmm. neat story! i havent really MET anyone famous.
have you ever gambled Matt?

later

the tired flwoer child
You didn't SAY Famous. I could list a few more.

I only gamble when it won't interfere with my Cost of living.
Rent, Groceries, etc...
In Other Words, whar I can afford to LOSE the money.
It's the ONLY way to beat Las Vegas.
THAT, and RUN out the door of the place if you WIN above what you entered with!
I know Louis Anderson, and Met Rosanne Barr. (She really IS like she is on TV!)

[unionpacificrailroad]

Peace matt,


hehe. good thing i dont live in L.V. i dont like big cities. you know they are tryign to put gambling in Nebraska? what is it like in as Vegas?

later

the tired flower child

[john olson]

We met Garcia, Wier, and Bill Graham at a party in Oakland in 1979.
I was just looking at the photos of that party today.
I have a nice shot of Jerry passing my wife a doobie with Bobby looking on.
The wife's birthday is soon and I'm going to get the photo printed and framed
for her.

I also met the members of Jefferson Starship in the early 70s when I showed them around Niagara Falls after one of their shows there. No photos of that one.

cheers,
John

[sugarmaggie]

We met Garcia, Wier, and Bill Graham at a party in Oakland in 1979.
I was just looking at the photos of that party today.
I have a nice shot of Jerry passing my wife a doobie with Bobby looking on.
The wife's birthday is soon and I'm going to get the photo printed and framed
for her.

I also met the members of Jefferson Starship in the early 70s when I showed them around Niagara Falls after one of their shows there. No photos of that one.

cheers,
John
What an awesome gift idea, I bet she will love that. I know I would =)

[Frog_On_Ice]

I've met the wizard of new zealand, ok he speaks at the cathedral square everyday and everyone can but hes famous and I've met him lol :)

[riversong]

Labor Temple, Minneapolis, MN - 1968. Went to see the Dead. Owsley was traveling with them and tried to pick up my friend, she wasn't interested but the good thing was that he took us down to the dressing room where we got to meet all the Dead, including Pig Pen - the bad news, I was so high on orange sunshine i couldn't talk.

Steve Paul's Scene, New York City, 1967, I think. kinda uncertain on the years. My roommates were back door men at Fillmore East. They had passes to all kinds of places. One night we went to Steve Paul's and Larry Corryell was playing. John Hammond got up on stage (about 3" off the floor!) and jammed with him. Didn't meet them but at the table next to us was Hendrix, Noel Redding and Mitch Mitchell. We all talked a little and before the night was over Mitch Mitchell asked me to go with them to a party. Unfortunately, my roommates were very overprotective and talked me out of it. STUPID!! But Hendrix and got up and jammed with Hammond and Larry Corryell and I never ever saw him better than that.

Then in my older years here, was at The Dog House in Seattle - next to us was Eddie Vedder and Smashing Pumpkins - except for Billy Corgan. We shared with birthday cake with all of them and Eddie gave me the napkin holder.

i think that's it. i have hazy hazy memories of a tour bus and a motel - but for the life of me, I can't remember the band or the town . . . :-O

[Skip]

Recently I had the pleasure of meeting John Sinclair, poet, writer & cannabis activist. He hangs out in Amsterdam a lot and we got to hang together for a few days, getting stoned & talking publishing. He's most famous for John Lennon having written a song about him and the following movement to free him from prison on marijuana charges (he only had a joint, I think).

I've met other literary hipsters including my friend Alicia Bay Laurel (Living on the Earth), Paul Williams (who did the forward to my book) author of Das Energi. I'm good friends with the most famous marijuana grow book authors who've been around for decades (Jorge & Ed) even tho I don't grow (heheh).

I got to shake hands and speak briefly with BB King. I got to make dessert for Marlon Brando! Oh yeah almost forgot my meeting with Woody Harrelson at the Greenhouse in Amsterdam (we were both realllly stoned...). He's way cooler than I used to think he was (based on Cheers).

Oh yeah, Stephen & Ida Gaskin of the Farm (at the Cannabis Cup) are way cool people.

I know there's more but my memory banks got lotsa cobwebs in 'em...

[Skip]

I knew a few famous hipsters, I drank wine and sang in golden gate park with Janis (pearl) 66', I knew Emmitt Grogan who introduced me to Peter Coyote at the Diggers in 66', Steve Miller gave me a set of Punch and Judy Puppets at the Filmore East in 68', Jerry Garcia was in my apt. and pinched my butt when I lived on Stiner St.70'. Big Bro n the holding was at our commune several times to err'' score some coke. I knew Timothy Leary from Laguna Beach in so. cali earily sixties.(maybe another book there). I was in the Haight a long time and saw many "famuse" people come and go. I triped with some and knew others just in passing or to just say hi to or pass the do be to. Our commune did a lot of "road work" for a lot of different bands that played at the Avalon Ball Room and the Filmore East. I remember one Thanksgiving Nitty Gritty Dirt Band was in town and I was asked to make twenty three turkeys with stuffing for the bands party back stage. It was so cool. I had a pass to come in n out without being checked for "booze". I was carring food in and I stashed Black Jack, Platt Valley corn mash and a viraity of intoxicating beverages in the boxes of food right under the "Mans" nose. It was a great concert from where I was sitting back stage..whew.. We also painted the Airplane's sound studio on Fell St. across the pandhandle from Good Earth's HQ (commune). We painted it black and the pillers were painted gold 71'or72. It looked awesome. I spent a lot of time on Hippie Hill in Golden Gate Park from 66'/ 71'. I ran into famuse people a lot. But it was like, hey man' what happening and everyone would lite up n play music. There was food n drink n drugs for everyone even some of the pigs would stop n take a toke now n then. It was wild to say the least, but it was fresh and new and it left a mark.

Peace Love and Hippie Beads <shameless>
Talk about being in the right place at the right time. What a time that was, you lucky heifer! :)

[MushroomDreams]

I met Patrick Moraz (played keyboard for Yes and later for The Moody Blues). I was friends with his girlfriend and they both came over to my place one night. We smoked a lot of joints and watched Spinal Tap together. Patrick kept saying, “it’s really like that!”

I also met Jimmy Messina, Hall and Oats, Henry Winkler, The Moody Blues, Isabella Rosalini, Bob Dole (but I didn’t vote for him)…

I sat on stage once with Eric Clapton at the wisky-a-go-go

There’s more, I just can’t remember: it's late.

[crummyrummy]

Does Jack Herrer count? I met him at a Post-"Failure to get the marijuana inititive on the ballot yet again" party in Ojai.

[sockfaceworkerpoop]

I talked for about 40 minutes with WAVY GRAVY aka hugh romney (the emcee at woodstock 'what we have in mind is breakfast....') hearing stories of all the amazing people he's met. that was a very sweet experience.

[Bilby]

Reading this whole thread makes me wonder if having a great deal of money makes you less of a hippy. What I consider to be some of the great things that hippies have done such as alternative building methods all came about as result of a lack of money.

Some hippes that are well known in Australia or within certain social groups within Australia (1) Meg Miller.Not so much famous in herself but the Grass Roots magazine that she publishes is well known in Australia.I met her at an alternative farming expo. I have written several articles for her magazine, so I thought I would introduce myself. (2) Jill Redwood is well known in environmental circles. She often gets threatening phone calls from planet fuckers. She reckons the rubbish dump at Canberra is one of the best she has ever been to. About have the things in her pole frame house came from the tip. I also like to scavenge the tip and am into recycling.(3) Paul Recher was a presenter on the Gardening Australia. This is one of the highest rating TV programs. He originally hailed from USA but now has a business in northern NSW producing seeds for all sorts of useful plants you have never heard of. Anyway his PC once sent my PC a virus.As a result we have been in touch on and off since. (4) Abbie Heathcote.Only really known in hippy circles. Her and her late partner Neil Douglas were perhaps the original hippies in Australia. They both certainly knew how to think outside the square. She has written a few books and is an artist. I wanted to catch up with someone else, so one day I knocked on her door. I had previously met her at a Confest.Anyway I ended staying at her house for about five hours.
She wanted some help starting a website, so it ws just as well I was passing through.

[MattInVegas]

I said hello to George Carlin once. He said Hi back, and we both went on our way. He's a regular guy.

[Skip]

I sadly left out the hipster closest to me, my good friend, Lee Bridges, the cannabis poet, whose autobiography I published early this year. He was on the Paris literary scene back in the 1960's during the student uprisings there. He produced multimedia productions combining poetry & music in Paris and elsewhere.

Lee knew everyone on the scene in Paris cause he was supplying many of them with hashish that he personally smuggled in from places like Kabul, Kashmir, the Bekaa Valley, Lebanon. His customers included some very famous jazz musicians whose names he refused to divulge publically.

Unfortunately, Lee died earlier this year, at the age of 77 (right after the publication of his book).

He was the HIPPEST dude I have ever known, and an old fashioned gentleman!

RIP, Lee.

Visit Lee's Website:
http://cannabispoet.com (http://cannabispoet.com/)

http://cannabispoet.com/leecover.jpg

[soulrebel51]

I remember that guy! I thought he was still writing. :(

[jerry420]

i met bunny wailer woo-hoo

[seamonster66]

The writer Jim Hogshire, and the daughter of Lawrece Ferlinghetti (sp?)

I've met a bunch of musicians,but none that would be in the hipster word that has been referred to

actually no, I also met the guitarist of the Left Banke a while back, Jeff was his name I think

[shameless_heifer]

It was on one of my visits down to So Cali, I was staying at my parents home. Daddy was sitting there in one of the patio chairs and I was giving him a back and shoulder massage.

We were talking about TM, as one of the dudes that my parents had taken in was interested in and I was kinda into it my self. I always vauled my father's opinion. He was the sort of person one could talk freely with about most any subject.

I told him that I was thinking about going to see what it was all about. There was a class happening in LA tonight and I needed to borrow his car to go. He agreed to let me use his car and we discussed religion and philosophies, as we often did.

Later that evening I got ready to drive the car up to LA to go to my very first Transendental Meditation class. I had smoked a bowl of blonde Lebonese Hash and my head was right to soak in all the vibes of enlightenment.

When I got to the building the class was being held in, I parked the car and went inside. There was Eastern Indian music piped in everywhere and was very serene.

I checked in at the front desk and took a seat in the waiting area. I scanned the room and notised only one other person in the room, a dude wearing shades. I sat down a few seats from the dude that was wearing shades. I picked up a magazine and smiled a friendly smile at him as I sat down.

I was full of nervous energy from the antisapation of finding out lifes secrets. When all of a sudden a light went on in my head and I looked at the dude in the shades again and to my astonishment the dude sitting not five feet from me was none other than George Harrison. He was wearing a blue paisley naru jacket and black cordaroy jeans with of course the famous black Beatle Boots. He was Beautiful.

My mouth must have gaped open and my eyes surely were as big as saucers bc George lifted his shades and gave me a wink. I was panic stricken. Frozen in that moment in time and space. The only sound I could hear was my own heart pounding out of my chest.

The magazine that I was holding slipped from my fingers and hit the floor with a slap. The sound snapped me back to reality and I slowly became aware that George's mouth was moving as he bent and picked up the mag I had let slip onto the floor.

I missed the first part of what George was saying, but I caught up as the roaring in my head stoped and the blood began to to flow to my brain again.

George was looking at me curiously while he asked me if I had been coming here long.
I stammered as I tried to respond to his question. I must have sounded like an idiot to him. I managed to tell him that this was my first time here and that I was very excited and ended with " Your George Harrison"

He chuckled and said in a thick British accent " I know, and who might you be ".
I told him my name and that I had just come down from the Haight and decided to get my Mantra.

George nodded and said that he had been to Haight Street and it was "Groovvy". The conversation turned to Marharisi and his work to bring enlightment to the western world. He told me that he had been studing under Marharishi for a couple of years and he was really into it. He was telling me that he Meditated three times a day for thirty minutes everyday.
I was hanging on to his every word, branding his face into my memory banks. I felt like I was in another world where just me and George exsisted with Ravi Shankar playing his Sitra in the background intisingly.

The majick moment was broken when a woman came in and told George that they were ready for him. George stood up and turned to me and said what a pleasent person I was and that he was glad to have met me and took my hand and squeezed it softly. I thanked George and told him that I would never forget meeting him and that he had been an insperation to me. Our eyes locked and I stood up and we embraced. OMG!!.

I stood there as George dissapeared through a doorway. I was trembling all over. I glanced around the room and saw the receptionest grinning at me and I sat back down and fiddled with some pamplets that were laying on the table trying to disguise my nervousness.

About twenty minutes later the same lady came out and called me back into a room. She said some one would be with me in a few minutes and just to relax untill they came.

I sat there thinking about George and our conversation. I was thrilled to the bone. I felt like I was walking on air. I was dreaming of how my name would look as Mrs. George Harrison and where we would live in England and what we were going to name our children, when a dude in a black suit came through the door and burst my bubble.

The dude in the black suit was a pleasent sort. He was tall with dark hair and a bright warm smile. He introduced himself as Martin. I shook his hand and told him my name was Mary and we proceeded.

I was sworn to secracy so I can't tell you what happened or how I recived my Mantra.

But I can tell you that meeting George Harrison is one of the most consciousness changing events in my life, so far. I will never forget the feelings I had sitting there discussing world events with George... wow..

sh

[shaggie]

I heard you were working on a book about this stuff, SH. Is that true? Everyone would like to read all of these accounts.

.

[shaggie]

The media in the U.S. seemed fairly quiet when Harrison died. I thought he would have gotten more coverage.

.

[Ted]

I've met David Lee Roth, Edward Van Halen, Ray Charles (very cool), Sandra Day O'Connor, Warren Burger, Michael Douglas, Andy Garcia, Alice Cooper, James Woods, Teri Hatcher, Heather Locklear (bitch), Richie Sambora (asshole pretending to be a nice guy), Kenny G (also an asshole - doesn't even pretend to be a nice guy), Martin Sheen (very cool), Nancy O'Dell (very nice and even more beautiful in person than on screen) - and lots more. Can't remember them all off hand.

[JoneeEarthquake]

I met Fishmans brother, and my sister has met everyone in phish. I met the guys of moe. too

[dreadlockswampy]

I've met Paul Kanter, he's such a cool guy I've also met Marty Balin as well
another great guy to have a chat with

[MushroomDreams]

shameless_heifer, that was a magnificent story! I read it over and over. Thanks for sharing.

[IronGoth]

I went to a lecture by Tim Leary. He was doing something about Virtual Reality and Cyberspace and whatnot, and so I figured hey, I'm into high tech and semiotics why not.

What a waste of time.

The usual 60s burnout crap - "And churches are really areas that are for mind control - using all the senses in their hypnosis - THOU ART SHEEP. BAAAAA."

Most of the audience were well into their 50s and 60s, and you could tell they'd dug out the love beads and had tried to find some weed before the lecture.

I sat through a horrible butchering of McLuhan before hoping to be one of four people in attendance to try out the Sense-8 rig he came in with. I was furiously taking notes as to who/what/where Sense-8 and VPL and other tech companies were using and coming from and going to - he was blathering on about consciousness etc.

At the break I ran into him,where he was signing autographs etc. and asked him a technical point about Marshall McLuhan. He answered wrong, gruffly. I said "wow, man, you've totally misunderstood McLuhan" to which he said "I used to party with Marshall McLuhan" to which I said "get around to reading his book - specifically this sentence here" to which I pointed out the relevant sentence defining a certain term OPPOSITE to his use of it in his lecture. He scowled at me but signed something anyway asking why I was asking him to sign something if I thought he was full of shit, to which I answered it was for my hippie mom, peace love and drugs, man....

Which irritated the SHIT out of him cause he was trying to get away from that baggage.

His jaw got a real workout that night - he intro'd the speech by saying he wasn't interested in drugs anymore, that 60s turn on tune in get stoned thing was a mistake... but people kept interrupting him going "FREE LOVE MAN" and "DRUGS FOR COMPUTER PROGRAMMERS YEAH" and heckling him to get all 60s and hippy and druggy with them. He was grinding the BEJESUS out of his false teeth by the end of the night.

[NeedtheKeys]

Not sure if this counts. While at a Woodstock reunion in Bethel, I met Jimmy Hendricks father and his girlfriend. She was wearing a flower ring on her head and gave me a flower from it. Still have it with her photo.

I was there with my babysitter and 2 of my 3 children. Good thing because we went for the day and stayed for 3 days and 2 nights. Had a vw van, peanut butter and jelly, bread and a jug of water. Kids drank the water and we drank beer.

[gmhng_was_indeed_trU]

Well, I've been only lucky enough to meet the guys of umphrey's, not, saying it in a negative way or anything but ...but jerry, marley, beatles, makes me wish i was born in a different era

[gurney]

my dad got picked up hitchhiking by neal cassady

[soaringeagle]

i met timmothy leary twice, & ram das twice
tim i met in town before 2 talks he did, he knew an old freind of mine & the parents of an ex ..so we humg out at theyre house when he was in town..& ram das i first met on the great peace march, whenever that was, i was on day 9 of a 12 day fast & he offered me some frnch fries, i didnt realize who he was at the time, & helped him cook with the krishna kitchen, & then the next day i tripped & saw him speak..& i met him again last year at the california gathering, & actualy got to spend alot of time just hanging out with him.. i usualy would run into him in the morning & we'd just hang out shootin the shit for hours, but then by early afternoon the crowds started gathering around & it got hard to talk or hear him so i'd just wander away awhile
theres probly others i met that i'm just not rememberingat the momment

[neongreen]

ok when i was seven i met sammy hagar at the air port when i had no idea who he was or who the hell van hallen was, he hung out with my dad and bought me a sprite and my dad a beer he was realy cool when we left the air port i sad daddy who was that man? and he just popped in a vh cd and siad listen to this, i would also like to now if anyone has met jim morrison?

[THUDLY]

The original question was " Have any of you met any real hipsters?" The answers, by and large, have been in this vein: "I've met______ (fill in the blank) at the local Wal-Mart buying kitty litter. He (or she) was famous long ago on Desolation Row ( or more likely, some inane soap opera.)


But, I guess that's O.K.

Me, I lived in both the West and East Villages in NYC during the 60's, as well as SF in 67 & 68, and I have met what I consider "hipsters".

1. Frank Zappa (who was about 6'7") in a record store on Bleecker St. He towered over me (5'7"), rubbed accidentally against me, and I was too shy to say that I had just seen him perform live 2 nights ago at some club on McDougal St., and enjoyed it. Ah, well-- I was merely a pup.

2.A.J. Weberman, the legendary founder of Garbology; the famous Dylanologist; the only known person in the universe that Bob Dylan punched out. He lived on the third-floor loft at 6 Bleecker; I lived on the fourth. We smoked many a joint, bull-shitted, and since I had a short (car) he paid me gas money to drive him all over Lower Manhatten to get his ridiculous political screeds published. Hey.... the work wasn't hard! (I occasionally am still in contact with him, BTW. When he has a telephone or a web-site.)

3.Dana Beal, one of the founders of The Yippies!, who instigated the riots at the 1968 Democratic Convention. A real political head-case who thought he could change the world. Right. Their actions in Chicago helped get Nixon elected. Once, when I was managing the back-editions office of THE EAST VILLAGE OTHER, in 1967, right across from Tompkins Square Park, he strolled into the office and told me about his previous night's experience with some chick he had spent the night with. " Man!," he sighed, "If I could have sex like that every night, I would give up politics!" Too bad for America, but she ditched him.

4.Ed Sanders, lead singer and founder of the FUGS, an East Village dirt-rock band that was 20 years ahead of the punk movement. Also, the editor of the seminal poetry magazine, FUCK YOU! A MAGAZINE OF THE ARTS. A.J. introduced me to him when he went over to his home to pester him about borrowing a mimeo-graph machine (Hey! This was 1967, you understand.) Ed was a real nice guy with a wife and 2 kids, nothing like his stage persona. BTW, he wrote a great book, TALES OF BEATNIK GLORY, which is available through Amazon.com.

5. Wavy Gravy, announcer at Woodstock, founder of the commune The Hog Farm. A.J. and I ate breakfast with him one morning at a greasy spoon at E. 10th and Ave. A in the East Village. I remember he said his favorite song at the moment was Aretha Franklin's "Respect", whereupon always opiniated A.J. disagreed, calling it "lame". Wavy was way too cool to argue, he just smiled and ate his eggs.

6.Allen Ginsburg, the Beat poet. This bald-headed old fraud (they'll never name a bridge after him as they did Walt Whitman) was always doddering about the two Villages, his eyes a-peel for young boys. I won't call him a pedophile, but I'm sure he wasn't checking age cards, either. I saw him reciting his poem that concludes, "America, I'm putting my queer shoulder to the wheel". He caught my eye, I caught his, and I moved smartly along, having scant use for his alleged poetry and less use for him.

7. And last but not least, Hilly Cristal, owner of CBGB's and OMFUG'S, the legendary punk-music venue where Blondie, The Ramones and other bands hit it big. It used to be a typical Bowery bar in 1967: a hundred-foot bar, tables, and fifty winos drunk and mumbling, laying on the floor, the sidewalks and pissing and shitting themselves. But, I lived a half-block away, the Ballantine Ale was 60 cents a quart and cold. Hilly bought it shortly after I left the scene in 1968; I came home (Fuck you, Thomas Wolfe!), and Hilly made a punk mecca out of it. I last saw him in 1994 when I re-visited New York to hand-deliver my novel to Random House. He let me use the bathroom and it was slightly more clean than when the winos ruled, except the winos hadn't written graffitti on the 12' ceilings. Those punks must have been on pogo sticks!

This is too long already-- I haven't even mentioned meeting John Updike and his father and mother, shaking hands backstage with Ernie Tubb, heckling Boxcar Willie and God knows what-all. But, you see--they ain't "hipsters". In fact, I'm getting drunk and it's raining and the Phillies game is coming on, not to speak of my poor pussy cats huddled on the porch dreading the onslaught of another Pennsylvanian winter.

Later.

P.S. Two hours later. The Phillies are winning, the rain has slowed and the poor pussycats can spend another night on the porch.

And, I ain't quite drunk enough yet-- I'll know: when I begin typing and spelling incorrectly and not catching it.

I fear it may be soon.

As you were.

[SLOTH]

THE POPE SMOKES DOPE!!!Hey there everyone:
Hey Hari:
"HAVE A MARAJUANA"
I know David very well.
Have lots of pics with him and my family.
He's still around and still "The Hippie From New York City"
Drop me a line if you feel like chatting.


THUDLY:
You got me when it comes to Hilly and C.B's~
I love the place and Knew the Ramones~
Back in the day like you mentioned it was
a Hells Angel's biker hang out from Ave.A~
Bikes lined up out front and the local bumbs and drugies
were the audience for the Ramones in 1974~
Hilly's dogs shit everywhere and the crowds enjoyed drinking the pissy bear and spitting on the bands~
You are right about alot of what you say~
For one these people are not hipsters,
they were just as confused and disfunctional as the rest of us~
But they made the magic happen for themselves and for us~
Giving us something to believe in~
I can't claim to be as street smart as you or
as brain smart as you either.
Back in 1974 when I was 18 I was just an
avarage teenager living in an all white Italian,Jewish,
Irish neighborhood in Brooklyn,New York.
Most of the time I was in high school and on the weekends went with friends to the Village to hang and be cool~
Back in the day Washington Square Park had no camaras or curfue.
People slept in the park and got stoned there all the time~
I wanted to run away but didn't have the balls to.
Run where anywhere anyway?
Ending up selling my soul for a roof over my head?
Seems funny to have said that because I have been married 2 x's and have done just that!
Sold my soul just to have a roof over my head.
Anyway~
I stopped in at C.B's the other day~
It should be closing soon and went to the save C.B.G.B's free concert in Washington Square Park on Aug 31st,2005 getting some great pics of me and Steven Van Zahnt.
Hilly is just as miserable a fuck as always,and C.B's is nothing more that a t-shirt now!
So where am I going with this?
David Peel is still a low life moocher living in the same rent controlled apt. in the Village.
Hilly is going Hollywood or Las Vegas and Arturo vega who was supposed to be the Ramones friend is turning his loft on E.@nd street into a Ramones museum,making tons of monies still off of the Ramones name.
Nothing has changed,everything seems the same and we did nothing to change the world!
|I wish that someone or all of us could finally stop Big Brother,and meet a real hipster who would fit the job as our Gureu~
As always Carol/SLOTH

[THUDLY]

Good to read your memories, Sloth/Carol! You're younger than me,so, therefore, your memories are younger. But, young or old, they're still ours and to be treasured. I left NYC in Dec. of 1968, only returning in 1992 or 1993 to hand-deliver my novel to Random House. Even with a letter from their "star" writer, John Updike, they declined to publish it. Fuck 'em-- it's published now by Xlibris in Philly: "A Haven From Violence", by Burl N. Corbett, available through Barnes and Noble.com or Amazon.com.


Christ! David Peel is still alive! Didn't he have a song back in the day entitled "The Pope Smokes Dope"? I'm 58 and feel like I'm 88. Almost half of my old friends are dead-- suicides, accidents, booze or drugs. Oh, yeah-- cancer or heart attacks. Me, I just keep soldiering on.

But, I have my 4 children and 5 grandkids to keep me young (and broke). Nah.... it's my ex-wife who keeps me broke... I'm long done paying child-support, now it's ex-wife-support, voluntary, of course.

You see, I still love her, even after 16 years of divorce.

Jesus! I get off-track! Write more, Sloth, tell me about the early days of punk. Shit-- CBGB's was my old backyard, so to speak.

[OnlyOne]

how hip iz groopyizum? Start groovin yoh Hair an growin yoh figernailz. Show yoh natural tallentz and revolt today, vuk dat mommy daddy dumb numbness, stay young an hip incontinumn.

[SLOTH]

Hey there everyone:
THUDLY~
Thanks for the nice comments~
Yes David Peel is still around~
That's not saying much though~
back in the day I had thought of him as an icon,
and someone to look up to~
But recently I hooked up with him after 30 years~
I wanted to introduce him to my husband and kids and their friends~
Man!Was I ashamed~
The man has not changed a bit,though I have.
I was shocked to see him still deressing in rag type clothes,
smelling like a dirty old fool.
He has not done a decent album since
"The Pope Smokes Dope" and "Have A Marajuana"
His band The Lower East Side has long abandoned him.
All he could talk about was telling me that I had to get a hold of a van
so he could make it up state for a Hippy meet.
He walks around with a brief case filled with all stuff
precious to him like post cards and stuff of him,
Yoko and John Lennon on them.
Sells them through his web site and makes money
off of and survives by using their brief friendship and their names that go along with it..
He is still on welfare,and still sings his song the "Hippie From New York City"
I am thinking that maybe you are around your late 50's?
Thinking that you have at least 10 years on me?
But my bro is 65 and sister 63 so I did grow up around the happenings.
I was 13 when Woodstock happened the origional and I did get to go to that..
What is there to say about C.B's?
I love that place~
It is nothing without the Ramones and Hilly has lost the
lease and the place should close soon.
Joey died in 2001 of Non Lymphompia Cancer,DeeDee died in 2002 of a drug over dose and Johnny recently died in 2004 of Prostate Cancer.
Of the band there is no one left but Tommy,Marky and CJ
I talk to Marky and Joey's brother Mickey all the time.
I miss the guys very much.....
I can talk for hours about the New York Punk scene
from 1974 to the current,but to me it is nothing like
it was and there is not another gutter Punk like DeeDee Ramone!
....He was the real deal..........
Hilly is divorced and his wife owns the liquor license,the dogs are gone,I think has grown up kids.
Stay in touch ok,
I like the rapping~
As always Carol/SLOTH

[THUDLY]

Sloth, the only person I've had any contact with since the 60's is A.J.Weberman, the Dylanologist who used to root in Dylan's garbage and otherwise harass him when Dylan lived on W.4th street. A.J. and I lived in the same building at 6 Bleecker and smoked many a joint together. He used to have a web-site but I think he lost it. I talked to him several times on the phone over the years, but no longer have his number. He's still into conspiracy theories; he served some time for pot dealing, I know.


Dana Beal, one of the founders of The Yippies!, was living at 5 Bleecker, I think, but that was several years ago. We go back a long way, too, though I was never into politics-- I just drove him around town to get his political screeds printed up.

I know Hilly lost his lease-- too bad. The whole Bowery area has changed-- most of the winos dead and gone-- a bunch of pill-heads and crack-heads, or so I gather.

San Francisco has been taken over by yuppies and gays. Everything must change.

The 60's were our time and unless one lived through it, no one can know. I guess the early 70's were like that, too. By then I was working cross-country pipeline and fixing to get married--New York and San Francisco just memories.

BUT WHAT MEMORIES THEY WERE!

[yona]

I met Gypsy Boots, briefly, while passing through california. Caveman is my brother, though there are probably many people with the nick Caveman. MartyHeartSong, the guy with the band called Just Add Water , and teige. thats about it though.

[lovelightlisa]

i met robert plant 6 times, he's a sweet guy.

[SLOTH]

:)
Gabba Gabba Hey

[lovelightlisa]

Nice~
He is so hot!
Gabba Gabba Hey


he was hot...



now he's...


still hot! damn i love old guys :D

[THUDLY]

My God, lovelightlisa! Don't tell me you're in love with me (I'm 58)? Here I thought only my pussy cats and my grandchildren loved me. (My ex-wife I ain't sure about).


My new 39 year-old girl-friend won't be happy, but then maybe she will-- she's bi.

At any rate, you made my evening!

[SLOTH]

:)
Gabba Gabba Hey

[lovelightlisa]

My God, lovelightlisa! Don't tell me you're in love with me (I'm 58)? Here I thought only my pussy cats and my grandchildren loved me. (My ex-wife I ain't sure about).


My new 39 year-old girl-friend won't be happy, but then maybe she will-- she's bi.

At any rate, you made my evening!



hahaha, well if you look a bit like this:

http://www.hipgallery.com/photopost2/data/500/RHCathinini99.jpg

i probably love you...

and i'm okay with girlfriends too :)

[SLOTH]

:)
Gabba Gabba Hey

[lovelightlisa]

Damn THUDLY:
58~
How super cool is that~
You got nine on me~
You are a surviver to the max~
It's hard to keep an old hippie down~
You even are giving the youngsters a
run for their money~
Nice~Keep on truckin~
Gabba Gabba Hey~



what does that have to do with my post? huh?!

[SLOTH]

:)
Gabba Gabba Hey

[lovelightlisa]

Not much~
Gabba Gabba Hey


it's never much, now is it?

[SLOTH]

Gabba Gabba Hey

[lovelightlisa]

huh?
i wasn't being unfriendly...
what i said was about my cornflakes, not about you...

[lovelightlisa]

sorry!

[THUDLY]

Somethimg funny is going on. I'm not reading these comments Sloth is allegedly making-- only lovelightlisa' responses. Hmmm.

Well, I used to look like that, probably better, but that was many a moon ago. But... my new girlfriend has been strictly gay for the last 10 years, I'm only the second man she ever had, and she told me that I'm the best at oral sex she's ever had.

(Pause while I pat myself on the back.)

I'm just funning with you lovelight--- your pictures are really cute, though. I love your smile.

[lovelightlisa]

http://www.hipgallery.com/photopost2/data/1193/rh_MS_12.jpg
so you look more like this now?
fine with me ;)

[lovelightlisa]

wow...you got yourself a gay girlfriend...

[SLOTH]

OK, lovelightlisa~
It's all good~
We're cool~
Gabba Gabba Hey:)

[IronGoth]

I met Tim Leary. Went to one of his seminars. Watched him butcher McLuhan. Talked with him about it at the break. He basically said that though he admitted he didn't understand McLuhan and had never read him, it was OK for him to pretend he did cause he had at some point been a drinking buddy of McLuhan's.

?

[lovelightlisa]

OK, lovelightlisa~
It's all good~
We're cool~
Gabba Gabba Hey:)


ah okay,
whole lotta love :)

[THUDLY]

Yeah, Lisa, more like him (I even have a Martin acoustic like he's playing), except I have a beard. I keep it trimmed because my youngest granddaughter likes to pull it. If I had a scanner I'd post a photo of me at 22 and one at 58-- hard to believe Father Time played such a mean old trick on me. But, at least I'm alive--many of my friends can't say the same.

[lovelightlisa]

Yeah, Lisa, more like him (I even have a Martin acoustic like he's playing), except I have a beard. I keep it trimmed because my youngest granddaughter likes to pull it. If I had a scanner I'd post a photo of me at 22 and one at 58-- hard to believe Father Time played such a mean old trick on me. But, at least I'm alive--many of my friends can't say the same.


awww...yeah father time can be a mean old bastard, i'm not planning on personally getting to know his tricks soon, though ofcourse every step you make is right in his pocket :$

[THUDLY]

You are so damn pretty! (And intelligent, too.) I wish, Oh God!, I wish I was 22 again and Lovely Lisa Love Lights was in my hairy arms. But, that is just wishful thinking, LovelyLisa Light!


xxxxxxx!
\

[lovelightlisa]

hahahaha, don't wish you were 22!
i like you just the way you are :)
well...
i dunno actually...
who are you?
;)


-xxxxxx-

[THUDLY]

LisaLovelyLight-- go to Google.com, and type in Burl N. Corbett. That will give you a clue, dear. (Ain't it shameless-- I have a daughter your age!) BTW-- I need royalties, so buy the book.

[lovelightlisa]

lol!

[THUDLY]

Are you going to buy my novel, LuvLisaPretty-poo? My name will get the cover photo (which I took) on Amazon.com or Barnes and Noble.com. It's a great novel, Lisa-- I'd like to sign it for you. BTW, IM me, if you're still on line. I'm jumping all around the forums-- can't catch me!

[lovelightlisa]

lol, im you...as on yahoo or something? whats your yahooname thing than...or msn or something, i send you amessage back already...
if i ever have money, i'll buy the novel!

[THUDLY]

One used to be able to access another through the hip forums-- I guess not, now, I'm bad on computers--an old fuck, I guess. Here's my address in case you would wish to write snail-mail (which I prefer), Burl N. Corbett, 181 Mullen Hollow Rd., Birdsboro, PA 19508.

OR:

610-582-0401

Many kisses xxxxxxxxxxxxx to my beautiful, intelligent, well-cleaveged sweetie-pie!xxxxx!

[lovelightlisa]

:) ha!

[THUDLY]

You are cute, you know. A web-kiss from a middle-aged connesuier of woman-hoodXX (You realize, I hope, I'm pretty well tanked?) I STILL CYBER-LOVE MY LITTLELISALIGHTLOVELYLASS!


Keep that look going--round sun-glasses, cuteish smile & nice cleveage-- WHOOO!

[lovelightlisa]

LOL LOL LOL!!!!! big kiss back! ;)

[Jointman69]

i met matthew mccoughnehay(sp?) in the airport in houston....not really a hipster but he played in dazed n confused so that should count lol

[THUDLY]

Next day. THUDLY reads his previous posts when he was drunk. Guess what, folks? THUDLY stands by his posts! ( However, he may have phrased them differently. Then, again, maybe not.

All people who think LovelightLisa is some sexy and cute, raise your hands!

(The sun is darkened momentarily!)

Lovely Lisa Forum-Maid!

[peacelovebarefeet]

jerry hugged and kissed me when i was about 7.. my parents took me to one of his shows...

[lovelightlisa]

jerry hugged and kissed me when i was about 7.. my parents took me to one of his shows...


that makes me wanna hug you!!!

oh wait, i always wanted to hug you, i mean, look at you and that smile :)
but this makes it even more special!

may i hug you?

[LaylaSkye_Loves_Geo]

It was on one of my visits down to So Cali, I was staying at my parents home. Daddy was sitting there in one of the patio chairs and I was giving him a back and shoulder massage.

We were talking about TM, as one of the dudes that my parents had taken in was interested in and I was kinda into it my self. I always vauled my father's opinion. He was the sort of person one could talk freely with about most any subject.

I told him that I was thinking about going to see what it was all about. There was a class happening in LA tonight and I needed to borrow his car to go. He agreed to let me use his car and we discussed religion and philosophies, as we often did.

Later that evening I got ready to drive the car up to LA to go to my very first Transendental Meditation class. I had smoked a bowl of blonde Lebonese Hash and my head was right to soak in all the vibes of enlightenment.

When I got to the building the class was being held in, I parked the car and went inside. There was Eastern Indian music piped in everywhere and was very serene.

I checked in at the front desk and took a seat in the waiting area. I scanned the room and notised only one other person in the room, a dude wearing shades. I sat down a few seats from the dude that was wearing shades. I picked up a magazine and smiled a friendly smile at him as I sat down.

I was full of nervous energy from the antisapation of finding out lifes secrets. When all of a sudden a light went on in my head and I looked at the dude in the shades again and to my astonishment the dude sitting not five feet from me was none other than George Harrison. He was wearing a blue paisley naru jacket and black cordaroy jeans with of course the famous black Beatle Boots. He was Beautiful.

My mouth must have gaped open and my eyes surely were as big as saucers bc George lifted his shades and gave me a wink. I was panic stricken. Frozen in that moment in time and space. The only sound I could hear was my own heart pounding out of my chest.

The magazine that I was holding slipped from my fingers and hit the floor with a slap. The sound snapped me back to reality and I slowly became aware that George's mouth was moving as he bent and picked up the mag I had let slip onto the floor.

I missed the first part of what George was saying, but I caught up as the roaring in my head stoped and the blood began to to flow to my brain again.

George was looking at me curiously while he asked me if I had been coming here long.
I stammered as I tried to respond to his question. I must have sounded like an idiot to him. I managed to tell him that this was my first time here and that I was very excited and ended with " Your George Harrison"

He chuckled and said in a thick British accent " I know, and who might you be ".
I told him my name and that I had just come down from the Haight and decided to get my Mantra.

George nodded and said that he had been to Haight Street and it was "Groovvy". The conversation turned to Marharisi and his work to bring enlightment to the western world. He told me that he had been studing under Marharishi for a couple of years and he was really into it. He was telling me that he Meditated three times a day for thirty minutes everyday.
I was hanging on to his every word, branding his face into my memory banks. I felt like I was in another world where just me and George exsisted with Ravi Shankar playing his Sitra in the background intisingly.

The majick moment was broken when a woman came in and told George that they were ready for him. George stood up and turned to me and said what a pleasent person I was and that he was glad to have met me and took my hand and squeezed it softly. I thanked George and told him that I would never forget meeting him and that he had been an insperation to me. Our eyes locked and I stood up and we embraced. OMG!!.

I stood there as George dissapeared through a doorway. I was trembling all over. I glanced around the room and saw the receptionest grinning at me and I sat back down and fiddled with some pamplets that were laying on the table trying to disguise my nervousness.

About twenty minutes later the same lady came out and called me back into a room. She said some one would be with me in a few minutes and just to relax untill they came.

I sat there thinking about George and our conversation. I was thrilled to the bone. I felt like I was walking on air. I was dreaming of how my name would look as Mrs. George Harrison and where we would live in England and what we were going to name our children, when a dude in a black suit came through the door and burst my bubble.

The dude in the black suit was a pleasent sort. He was tall with dark hair and a bright warm smile. He introduced himself as Martin. I shook his hand and told him my name was Mary and we proceeded.

I was sworn to secracy so I can't tell you what happened or how I recived my Mantra.

But I can tell you that meeting George Harrison is one of the most consciousness changing events in my life, so far. I will never forget the feelings I had sitting there discussing world events with George... wow..

sh
Damn.

I think I just died of a George overdose. That's so amazing (yeah...ok...maybe I'm a little jealous...but just a little). George just seems like he would be the greatest guy to hang with. Everyone seemed to adore him.

I know I do.

I wish I had gotten the chance to see him before he died. I wouldn't have freaked out (although I'd really, really, really want to) I'd just try to be as calm as possible and say a quick thank you to him for being such a positive and strong influence in my life.

Such a beautiful story.

~Layla

[Lucysky]

CONTEST TIME!

O.K. now the 15-year old dork in the middle is me MANY years ago. (I have to laugh when I see the outfit I was wearing back then!)

Now, on to the Contest. The first person to guess who the two guys in the photo are gets a big virtual hug from me! (Hey, that's all I have to offer! - LOL)


http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v634/lucysky7/Carmine.jpg

[robspace2]

I knew a few famous hipsters, I drank wine and sang in golden gate park with Janis (pearl) 66', I knew Emmitt Grogan who introduced me to Peter Coyote at the Diggers in 66', Steve Miller gave me a set of Punch and Judy Puppets at the Filmore East in 68', Jerry Garcia was in my apt. and pinched my butt when I lived on Stiner St.70'. Big Bro n the holding was at our commune several times to err'' score some coke. I knew Timothy Leary from Laguna Beach in so. cali earily sixties.(maybe another book there). I was in the Haight a long time and saw many "famuse" people come and go. I triped with some and knew others just in passing or to just say hi to or pass the do be to. Our commune did a lot of "road work" for a lot of different bands that played at the Avalon Ball Room and the Filmore East. I remember one Thanksgiving Nitty Gritty Dirt Band was in town and I was asked to make twenty three turkeys with stuffing for the bands party back stage. It was so cool. I had a pass to come in n out without being checked for "booze". I was carring food in and I stashed Black Jack, Platt Valley corn mash and a viraity of intoxicating beverages in the boxes of food right under the "Mans" nose. It was a great concert from where I was sitting back stage..whew.. We also painted the Airplane's sound studio on Fell St. across the pandhandle from Good Earth's HQ (commune). We painted it black and the pillers were painted gold 71'or72. It looked awesome. I spent a lot of time on Hippie Hill in Golden Gate Park from 66'/ 71'. I ran into famuse people a lot. But it was like, hey man' what happening and everyone would lite up n play music. There was food n drink n drugs for everyone even some of the pigs would stop n take a toke now n then. It was wild to say the least, but it was fresh and new and it left a mark.

Peace Love and Hippie Beads <shameless>------You have great recall-I can remember alot but not that much detail-It's funny how the mind works to bring up the good times and bury the rest-but there were alot of good times-I would say that being a long haired Owsley dropping young man of 17 in 66-was great-the Haight was mellow-and the original Fillmore was fantastic-it was like once you walked in the door; you could get just as zoned out as possible and not ever worry about the cops or any drunks or fights or any of the barrom type crap-The Avalon was even cozier with the overstuffed furniture that seemed to swallow you up when you sat in it: then again it could have been that purple cap I ate ----my- my-lock the doors Chet-don't open em up till dawn-and let the Dead -Quicksilver -B.B.A.T.H.C. and Pearl rock away the night-Me and my buddie were always trying to beat Bill Grahmn out of his 3 dollar door charge-We made it a mission to sneak in every show at the Fillmore or Winterland-We made it maybe 50% of the time-not bad as you know-Bill really liked that money and watched the till like a madman-one night -to get in for an Airplane show at Winterland we climbed up the fire escape ladder on the side of the building-real high up there!-very scary-when we hit the top the door was open and bam! we are back stage and acting like we balonged there-We watched the airplane go into a little room back there -so we did too-! funny no one stopped us-there was a big tub of ice with beer in it-evrybody was drinking-so we did too-I sat down next to Grace Slick on the couch-as I was busy looking up her short skirt-she asked me for a beer-there was no more-so I gave her mine-and it was well worth the price of admission-fine night -the place was great-and free is a very good price-the end-P.S-I miss the fish and chips on Height-that guy would load ya up with so much for so little-loved it-It's nice being young and able to put away so much grease and live to tell about it-if I tried that now-I'd be in the O.R!

[pieman]

hey i am a famous hipster.....i am aron kay the mad yippie pie thrower....please visit me at http://www.pieman.org

or write me via pieman1024@aol.com

[cosmicdust]

The only famous hipster that I met was John Sinclair, who is mostly a Beatnik Warrior Poet and a Blues and Jazz Scholar, but his interests and accomplishments even run further. He is also an author (Guitar Army (1972)), a ex-DJ down in New Orleans, ex-manager of the legendary Detroit band MC-5, jazz/blues musician (JOHN SINCLAIR & HIS MOTOR CITY BLUES SCHOLARS), involvement with the Detroit Arts Workshop and Detroit City Arts Quarterly, an intellectual and a political activist (mostly involving marijuana legalization).

He also founded the White Panthers Party (a group of white radicals organized IN SOLIDARITY WITH the Black Panthers Party), who were anti-war radicals and counter-cultural "hippie" revolutionaries, in the late 1960's/early 1970's.

His most noted political activism involved marijuana law reform, toward decriminalization, and hopefully, full legalization. In 1969, when John was the leader of the White Panther group in Michigan, he was busted by a undercover officer, for buying 2 joints, and received a sentence of 9-1/2 yrs. in prison. This ignited a fuse within the hippie community, for John Sinclair's release. He was considered a PODW, i.e. a Prisoner Of the Drug War.

At WOODSTOCK 1969 (which I didn't attend, as I was only 15 yrs. old and didn't drive a car, then), Abbie Hoffman, while high on acid (not suprisingly), ran on stage to deliver his rap about the plight of John Sinclair, Pig Nation and so forth. Pete Townshend (leader of the Who), bonked Hoffman on his head with his electric guitar (according to the highly-recommended book: ACID DREAMS by Martin A. Lee & Bruce Schlain, GROVE PRESS, NEW YORK, pg.253).

"Acid blew all sense of proportion, all sense of a frame, to smithereens. I mean it just blew the frame right out of the picture . . . It gave you a sense of infinite possibility. You could do anything if you just DID it---totally! You could walk right into the sky." --- John Sinclair

"All your big decisions were made on LSD. And while that might be an exciting way to operate, its not the most intelligent way. To think that your personal consciousness can overcome historical forces is a mistake." --- John Sinclair

Another famous John, i.e. John Lennon of the Beatles, also took an interest in John Sinclair's plight. He even composed a song, simply entitled: John Sinclair, which was played with his acoustic guitar. In the early 1970's, people said I looked alot like John Lennon, with my shoulder-length hair and round, wire-rimmed glasses. I never met John Lennon. personally, but one year, at the ANN ARBOR ART FAIR, they did exhibit some of his original art works (along with Grace Slick of the Jefferson Airplane and Jerry Garcia of The Grateful Dead, both offering cool, acrylic paintings, somewhat psychedelic).

More recently, a group entitled KILLER UP, sang 3 songs about John Sinclair, on their CD album: PRAYER FOR JOHN SINCLAIR. I'm not familar with this group.

John Sinclair's bust for 2 joints (in 1969), helped spark-off a annual rally for the legalization of marijuana in Ann Arbor, Michigan, called the ANN ARBOR HASH BASH (www.hashbash.com (http://www.hashbash.com/)), which is held from HIGH Noon-1pm, on the University of Michigan "diag", every FIRST SATURDAY in APRIL. Originally, the date was APRIL 1st (APRIL FOOL'S DAY!), but a higher attendance was guaranteed by making it appear on Saturday (in any year). This year (2005), marked its 34th year! The weather usually determines attendance numbers.

At the A2 (Ann Arbor) HASH BASH, in the 70's, there was a huge attendance, with pot and acid flowing like water and many, many vendors of paraphenalia. But TODAY, it involves more serious political activation. The "partying" occurs later, after the U of M diag speeches, in front of Casa Dominicks' restaurant (810 Monroe Street) and is called the Monroe Street Fair & Block Party (www.monroestreetfair.com (http://www.monroestreetfair.com/)). Local bars and restaurants provide further partying into the midnight hours.

On the website: www.monroestreetfair.com (http://www.monroestreetfair.com/), I found a picture of myself. On the first webpage click: NEW>>> Photos Slide Show 2004 (near the left bottom of the page) and go to the 7th slide/picture (www.monroestreetfair.com/Monroe%20Street%20Fair%202004/Slide%20Show%202004.htm (http://www.monroestreetfair.com/Monroe%20Street%20Fair%202004/Slide%20Show%202004.htm)), with a blue tarp/tent in front of Casa Dominick's (restaurant). You can see me (sitting on the ground in the extreme right, lower corner of the slide), to the right of a hippie chick (wearing a bright lime green sweater). I'm wearing a jean jacket with a WOODSTOCK emblem (white dove w/guitar on a red background) and a tie dye WOODSTOCK baseball cap.

www.photowithmonkey.com/gallery/hashbash2005 (http://www.photowithmonkey.com/gallery/hashbash2005) is the website where you can view a few B&W photos from this year's (2005) ANN ARBOR HASH BASH , but I'm not in any of them. 2004 was better, with more people and action. 2005 was too cold and windy.

The Monroe Street Fair & Block Party is where you can experience John Sinclair's poetry w/GlowB band, playing at 4:20 PM EDT (of course). Other local Michigan blues/jazz/psychedelic bands are featured. Not WOODSTOCK, but a "micro" version. John Sinclair's poetry (at this year's ANN ARBOR HASH BASH-2005), reflected anti-war sentiments and a poem about Sandoz, a psychedelic bike ride, Mr. Hoffman and LSD. He appeared full of life.

Today, John Sinclair lives in Amsterdam, Holland (since 2003), because of diabetes, damaged knee tendons from a fall and to get away from the anti-marijuana and fascist policies of the Bushies New World Order (Odor). Can you blame him? He should be in Ann Arbor for the 2006 ANN ARBOR HASH BASH, but who knows what the future will bring, for certain? There have been internet rumors of a WOODSTOCK 2009 (do a YAHOO search). Let's just hope!

Peace, love, groovy baby and mind/spirit expansion toward infinity

[celeste]

~Butterfly McQueen~"Ah don know nuthin bout birthin no babies!" she was pretty hip!

[luvhuffer]

If having met someone famous is a badge of authenticity, then I guess I failed the test <g>

There was a guy who would hang out on the Sunset Strip. His name was Larry. I used to hang out on the black perch in front of Gazzaris. I was one of the few people who actually liked Larry. I would always stop him and ask him to play his record for me, on a silly little portable record player he would carry around. It was always the same song, but I can't remember. Maybe Sunshine of Your Love? Everybody used to get freaked out by him for some reason. He would walk up to people and ask "Wanna hear my record player?" It was probably that wild man look he always had with his eyes opened wide, like a stoner trying to look straight for a photo being taken of them when they were high and didn't want to look squinty stoned. He later hooked up with Zappa and made a couple records under the name Wild Man Fisher. I guess that makes him a hipster.

I liked the music but I really wasn't into the club scene. Mainly hangin on the street and strolling from the little spot across the street with the pool table. What was it The White Rabbit or something. Anyway, strolling between there and The Kaleidoscope selling acid. AH HA HA! I haven't thought about that for a long time. You would either be walking up and down Sunset mumbling under your breath the word Acid quietly, or looking for someone mumbling whatever it was you were looking for. Paper or peppermint barrels or sillycybin. They sold buttons at The Free Press Bookstoe on Fairfax that said acid for sale or whatever. You could wear one of those instead of mumbling. LOL

There was a theater that had bands. It used to be the Moulon Rouge, but then it was called The Kaleidoscope. So was the house band. David Linley who later played with Jackson Brown, played electric violin. Very cool. Anyway after the last band finished playing, they would open the doors free admission ad show a movie. Everyone who was done peaking would come there and sit or lay out on the floor and watch the movie. I used to like that. Except once they showed this really scary movie called Black Sabbath, and I was trippin hard on this nasty orange barrel crap called STP that someone sold me as orange sunshine. There was all kinds of orange acid around then and it was all called Orange Sunshine. But none of it was the real deal from Owsley. This STP crap was some CIA shit developed for the military to cause psychotic episodes when sprayed on enemy troops. A guaranteed bad 4 day trip. I took it on Friday night, and the Mexican sarape's were still flowing on the walls on Monday in my English class. It put a lot of people in psyche wards. Oh oh. I'm getting way off topic here. I'll stop rambling on now.

SEE YA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[seaofgreen]

i had a beer with david allen coe once, does that count? alot of people may not be familiar with David, but he is pretty cool.

[luvhuffer]

i had a beer with david allen coe once, does that count? alot of people may not be familiar with David, but he is pretty cool.

"I was drunk the day my mom got out of prison" and
"you don't have to call me darlin'....darlin'. You never even call me by my name."

Ya David Allen Coe is way cool! He's right up there with Kinky Friedman and The Texas Jew Boys. "Keep your biscuits in the kitchen and your buns in bed"

Were you in Pasadena?

[islander]

I too had the pleasure of meeting John Sinclair . He was hosting a show in Detroit featuring MC5 and I baby sat his first child. I was 16 yrs. old and from Canada so I was illegally in Amerika but what the heck. It was 1967 and a few weeks later the Detroit riots began and I left(the day before). My place got torched.
A few years later I bumped into Mick Jagger in Berkeley on Telegraph and nearly knocked his top hat off. It made him look as tall as everyone in his entourage.
At that time I was friends with Tom Constantine right after he left the Dead and with Jack Leary , Tim's son. I met Tim eventually but it was like he wasn't really there. Must have been the acid.

[Sus]

Jane Fonda...she came into a store I was working at, and I waited on her...very nice lady.

[THUDLY]

You should have spit on her face.

[pieman]

jane fonda is a great american who stood up to the ruling class' policy on war and imperialism which has not changed one iota since 1972......people like that got me to become the mad yippie pie thrower!!!

[shameless_heifer]

Believe it or not, we have tickets to see Wiilly and David Allen Cole at The Oil Pallace in Tyler TX. Feb 18th, If anyone else is going, I'll be in row JJ in the middle of the row with my family.
sh

[earthmother]

I haven't been off the farm too much (yet), but my hubby toured with Steppenwolf, Joe Walsh, Three Dog Night, and a whole slew of others. He said he sat up all night tripping and jamming with John Kay and tells me he is a VERY smart and fine person. On the other hand, he tells me that Joe Walsh is a crazy, hateful s.o.b....

[shameless_heifer]

George Bush Sr. and family were born in Mass, not Texas homegrown.. not to say anything bad to you EM I think your a good positive lady. but everyone is under the misconception that the Bush's are Texans.. not so.. Laura Bush is the Texan not the georges.

It would have been so cool to play with Steppin Wolf and all thoes bands back in the day.. I bet your man has tons of stories to tell by the fireside. What an experience. I hope you are well.
In Love and Light
sh

[gate68]

Then there was the lady that used to bless you on the strip(101)in Santa Barbara.Railroad was pretty well known between palm springs and Lake Tahoe and you know the guy you see in pictures with the turbin,rollerskates and guitar hanging out on Venice Beach and of course the biggest hipster of all frank sinatra,don't know if sonny bono counts,but i should also mention the guy that gave me a ride from morro bay up to frisco,he had the best fukn hash.There was the old cowboy playing his 3 string by fisherman's warf,he was pretty cool and the waitress across the street(mission?)who'd give us free coffee.Their all famous in my book.