The Summer of Love????

Prankster-- I got the clap twice in The Summer of Love-- 1967-- also, I was one of the lead pall-bearers in The Death of Hippy" demonstation. I'm the guy with Lennon-glasses, beard and long-hair, hippie beads and black-paterned T-shirt, on the left in the photograph that was published the next week in The Sunday Magazine of The New York Times. Check it out at your local library--it's on micro-film.

Boy, did I have fun!

 

And, I love my pussycats and Lisaloveelight, though maybe not in that order!


(I sort of got a semi-hard-on for Shamelessheifer too, but that's because I'm a shameless-bull, and that's another story and none of your goddamn business!)

Just flirting and joking,

 

The summer of love. Hmmmmm. I was making runs from L.A. to the height to buy gallons of green liquid acid. We were still doing sugar cubes then. I was driving a '58 VW Bus with a red white and blue wood bumper that said "America. Change It With Love. Later it had a name painted on the side. It was called "The Blue Meanie", and had a meanie painted on the side I was living in Hermosa Beach. We had 2 runaways hiding in our attic, and we were addicted to stale donuts from Winchells in the morning. We would fry them in butter as we were coming down from our trip. Ya there was a lot of love going around. I think it definitely was "The Summer Of Love"

 

i lived in a commune at 532 clayton
we were 3 doors from the haight free clinic
it was a fun time me and kelly, snow white
and the others in our commune, the haight was
our disney land, we controlled our own movie , there was no rules in the haight , just have fun
white rabbitt

 

How many died, White Rabbitt, were raped, blew their minds out on acid, speed, or just fucked their lives forever?


I was there, too.

 

yes and let's not forget how regan and bush dumped the crank and crack in the black ghetto neighborhoods that has brought brother against brother killing one another. my husband lost his nephew to drive by shootings because of the crank/crack wars in the ghettos. i believe these drugs were put in the black ghetto's to help destroy the black population.

hippiewise angel

 

Hippywise. That little cutie from '58 reminds me of my sister. Had the whole poodle skirt little hard plastic purse thing going on? <g>

 

hey luvhuffer,
i checked out your website angryhippy.net and tried to post on your guest book do i have to register first? i don't think my post was accepted. anyway love your site,
hippiewise

 

Thanks for sharing some of the more down-beat recollections of summer 67 & related period.I am still reading them now.Marvellous reading too.

The poll,nonetheless is overwhelmingly positively optimistic: it was the summer of love.
Yet 1967 was one of the most violent years on the planet!.

-It is all relative to the perception.I was only 3 years old but I remember a feel-good factor all around me.Totally different to the general cynicism & malaise of 2006!.

 

I think we should all meet in Haight
and try and live it all over again.....
We can make it happen, but I don't have enough
bread for the flowers and party favors :-(
Any spare change appreciatied kyndly..~hands out, smiles~
The cycle of life will one day bring another Summer of Love
It may not be like we see it but it will happen and probably
like we never could imagine.

Peace an' Love,
MagicHippie

 

That sounds fuckin awesome.

 

I've seen that photo.Is that you!!.
As Prankster said: 6th October 1967 was 'The Death Of A Hippie' funeral courterge in Haight Ashbury.
Then on 8th October Che Guevara was murdered by C.I.A. trained operatives.
A Summer of total contrasts:
Summer 1967: The summer of: The Detroit Riots- 23-July 1967.

& the Brits arrive at The Monterrey Pop Festival: Sunday 18 June 1967:

 

The way I look at it, 67 was the crest of the wave. The whole "hippie" (never liked that word) thing bloomed in its purest form that year. There weren't that many "freaks" as we called ourselves around in the Detroit area, thus here was an instant bond with others you saw. People were living closest to the ideals then - it was still new and fresh.

That glow lasted just a little while, then it became "popular" and the sharks started showing up in the tank. It wasn't long, 2-3 years, before I could no longer automatically trust another freak. Dope-profiteers, wannabe freaks who didn't really live the syle, and others began to show up.

But it was the most magical time in my life.

 

That was most interesting;thanks for that reminisce.
Everyone who was there seems to confirm that the 'hippie scene' slid into squalour & slow disintegration by 1968.
The drugs stopped being mind-expanding & became a social menace as were the pushers who were previously 'mind-liberators' had spanwed into organised criminal gangs.
By 1968-the music was less estatic & more doom-laden & compromised.
There was a 'bad moon rising' by 1969.

By the way summer next year will be the 40th anniversary of the summer of love.A good excuse to re-stage: 'The Monterrey Pop Festival',& re-appraise that period for a new generation, I wonder?.

 

Do you think a new Monterrey Festival would really be a good way to celebrate the summer of love, because I think it would attract a lot of people that aren´t into the hippie thing but just would like to be a part of the whole thing just because of it´s fame. mabey it would be better to organize some kind of an underground festival with today´s psychedelic bands and progressive rockbands etc. and no commercial advertising so only the really interested people would know about it

 

A new monterey is impossible. All artists wanna see money these days and people don't use drugs to alter their mind anymore but to get oblivious of their daily realities.

 

do you still use them for the mind altering thing

 

2017 50th anniversary of the "summer of Love." At the Monterey Pop Festival revisited, a young scene girl sees 70 year old hippy sitting by the stage crying and says

"waz up old dude. Don't cry! Why are you crying. You should get high and enjoy"

Old dude looks up and says through the sobs "That's why I'm crying. I spent my whole social security check on skunk bud for the concert and I forgot where I put it. Got any spare change?"

 

lol whos the one loner who vote it wasent and remembers it?