That is so me! I just ran into this random guy that said hey amy and I have no clue who he is. This happens alot though.
Every one is a hippy, because good is good to all. And good is what hippies and humans alike must strive for in order to have a good life
you might be a hippie if ...................you own every country joe and the fish cd ...................when you were already high, you burned yourself by dropping the smouldering pot out of the bowl you were just going to light ...................you went to a vietnam museum put up by the school and got angry at people for not drawing the peace signs correctly
I think the comment about Grace Slick or Janis Joplin was made by me on the old forums. I remember writing something like that.
Ehh... I don't consider myself a "hippie" or any other stupid label, but you're all entitled to do as you please. By the way, NOTHING can beat the original Redneck jokes by Jeff Foxworthy.
You're more of a hippie if you correct people for not doing the peace sign correctly but not get angry.
hahhaha, yeah. how hard is it to do it right though???????? is that extra little line too much work for them?
YOU MIGHT BE A HIPPIE IF YOU: 1.Walk barefoot through dog-shit and broken glass. 2. You take any pill offered you, no questions asked. 3. You refuse to work and expect your: (a) Parents to give you bread; (b) your friends to give you bread, or, (c) society to give you bread. 4. Listen non-stop to over-rated morons like Jim Morrison and call Beethoven and Mozart "square". 5.Call yourself "liberal" but refer to blacks as "spades". (There was basically NO blacks in Haight-Ashbury, except the poor fucks that had to live there after the hippies came.) 6.Give LSD to you dog, cat or your 4 year-old children. (I saw it.) 7. Feel sorry for yourself, find kindred souls and be sorry together. What I'm getting at, is this: The 60's in Haight-Ashbury and the two NYC Villages, weren't all it's cracked up to be. Of course, I'm just a born- cynic.
thudly, don't let the screen door hit you on the way out. H-A was a black and working class immigrant white neighborhood. Now it is yuppies and drifters.
Yes Thudly, you are a born cynic. Yes there were those who did the things you listed (BTW I love The Doors so fuck you as far as #4 goes) but I wouldn't call many of them hippies but bums who saw the hippie movement as an attractive alternative to being a bum. And of course there were those who entered the hippie movement with good intentions but fell into drug addiction. I get the impression you checked out the Haight after the Summer of Love when things started going downhill. YOU MIGHT BE A HIPPIE IF you truly believe in the philosophies of the hippie movement and you have the self-control to keep the negative elements of the movement from dragging you down. It's not funny but it's true.
Newo, I was in Haight-Ashbury in June of 1967. I stayed until Nov. of 1967. You see, I was from NYC, a far more hipper, cooler and intellectual scene, where I had lived since 1966. I came in on the tail-end of the beatnik scene, thank God! I'm not saying there weren't good people in Haight-Ashbury-- there were. But, there was also plenty of bad vibes, scenes and people; NYC had them, too. I just preferred the Village for its intellectual vigor. Now, to get to drumminmama: I damn well know the racial status of Haight-Ashbury-- I lived at 63 Octavia St. in 1967, and, briefly in 1968, in the Fillmore District when Martin Luther King was shot. I was slapped in the face by some 14 or 15 year-old black girl when I ventured out of my apartment to buy a newspaper and something to eat, not knowing what had gone down in Memphis. What I'm saying is, in San Francisco in 1967 the hippie movement was 99 percent suburban white kids, Jimi Hendrix notwithstanding. And, blacks were commonly referred to as "spades". This a matter of record; I was there. In fact, one big-time pot dealer who WAS black, was called "Super-Spade". He was killed, by the Mafia word had it, and his body was found floating in the SF Bay. In NYC, in the East Village and, especially, the West Village, blacks were an intregal part, and sure-as-hell weren't called "spades", especially to their face. I was in BOTH major hip scenes in the late 60's, and, BY GOD!, I don't need catty remarks about doors hitting my arse on the way out. I hope this settles the dust.
What did the deadhead say after the drugs wore off? Man this music sucks! (I don't agree at all, but I find it funny nonetheless)