1967 seems like a long time ago and I guess that it was. So many journeys, thoughts, heart breaks and joys, and here we are some 47 years later. The summer of 67 was two years after my returning from South East Asia, two years following my 21st birthday. It was the summer of love, young people coming to the West coast from all over the country and abroad to enjoy the music and drug culture emerging from San Diego to Seattle, to dance in the panhandle near Haight and Ashbury, all the greats were participating in festivals from Woodstock to Monterey, all the while thousands of our young people were being sent into the carnage of South Vietnam. It was a sick and sickening time in American history as our nations youth learned what it was like to lose hope and trust, thus sought to live for the day. Those with the cushy piece of the action, those safe from the sentiments and the real dangers, most were clueless. Anyhow, some deep truths here for many, perhaps most, as corruption and power run amuck as never before in human history. Enjoy the song, muse if you will, tell me all about it in thirty years. :)
Posted on: Thu, 02 Oct 2014 22:51:21 +0000
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