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WBraun
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Apr 21, 2013 - 01:21am PT
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In the 60's it was the summer of love.
I hitch hiked to Altmont Speedway to see the Rolling Stones and watched the Hells Angels kill.
There goes the summer of Love.
Met Jimmy Hendrix in the hallway and didn't even know who the fuk he was.
Got drafted number 44 and failed the physical.
They said you can't hear sh!t go back home.
They killed millions of people after that summer of Love.
WTF is wrong with you stupid people ......
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Ed Hartouni
Trad climber
Livermore, CA
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Apr 21, 2013 - 03:43am PT
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1962
1969 Santa Barbara oil spill
Cayahoga River fire
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Ed Hartouni
Trad climber
Livermore, CA
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Apr 21, 2013 - 03:45am PT
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1965
1966 Love Pageant Rally
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Fletcher
Trad climber
The great state of advaita
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Apr 21, 2013 - 12:11pm PT
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> "Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose." - an old heartthrob
That line has been with me for years and years. Took me multiple decades to realize it has multiple meanings. Well, I'm just up to two so far.
Jim, that image above of the three women looks like it might be Joan Baez and her sisters? Something from a distant past.
I definitely don't feel like they were halcyon days. Lots of strife, change, and struggle. Confusion. In the cauldron of growth and evolution there is some, some times a lot of turmoil. But there were moments of joy and bliss as well, just like any other age.
Eric
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Ed Hartouni
Trad climber
Livermore, CA
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Apr 21, 2013 - 12:48pm PT
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1961 Lumumba assassination
1963
Lambrakis assassination
Evers assassination
Ngo Dihn Diem assassination
Kennedy assassination
1965 Malcom X assassination
1966 Verwoerd assassination
1967 Rockwell assassination
1968
Martin Luther King Jr. assassination
Robert Kennedy
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guido
Trad climber
Santa Cruz/New Zealand/South Pacific
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Apr 21, 2013 - 12:50pm PT
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One of our most popular shirts with climbers, especially the old boys. Robinson and Donini order them by the dozen!
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hobo_dan
Social climber
Minnesota
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Apr 21, 2013 - 05:58pm PT
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"When you don't pay attention to history you're doomed to hear history teachers repeating it"
Hobo Dan
On that note I'm starting with the Beats--bored to tears from the post WWII fifties they were looking for a spark and maybe a fire.
Spinning off from that people began to question.
"Bowing to public opinion is like being trampled to death by geese"
Kierkegard
I'd like to think that, that question is still being asked.
Why? Why do we put up with the BS of our societal norms, rules and pressures? Why?
So much is out there and it seems that we scrabble for the crumbs.
I always thought the effort of the sixties was a challenge to the masses to be more, to suck the marrow from life, to do.
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Ricky D
Trad climber
Sierra Westside
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Apr 21, 2013 - 07:51pm PT
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Since I was only born in 58 most of the sixties was a blur of being a kid.
I do remember being able to pick up some 50000 watt radio station out of Chicago on the "skip" that played some of the most amazing music I had ever heard. Considering this was in South Carolina where gospel, farm reports, country and western was the playlist of regular life.
Thru the ether - we heard the Dave Clark Five, The Beatles in heavy rotation, some Janis and a lot of Motown.
The first rock concert I ever went to was The Monkees where the opening act was some crazed Afro'd black guy wearing paisley shirts and satin pants who literally destroyed his guitar on stage. I think I was about 9 or 10 when this happened and it wasn't until my 20's when research at a radio station I worked at disclosed that this crazy darkie was none other than Jimi Hendrix playing his first American tour as the opening act!
What I can say about the 60's was the nightly news besides teaching us Lord of The Flies Southern kids how to build rocket launchers and prescription bottle grenades, also taught us about protests. I had a front row seat for Forced Busing and still remember to this day the look of primal fear in the faces of the first bus of 6 year old Black kids that came to "our" school!
About 1968, a "hippie store" opened down the street from Bob Jones University that sold black light posters, radical records, incense and tie-dye shirts. What they also sold were books - a few I remember reading were Reville for Radicals by Jerry Rubin, Steal This Book by Abbie Hoffman and The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test by Tom Wolfe. Between these and more, I gained the courage to defy local popular opinion about Vietnam, learned to challenge Authority by simply asking for explanations and a desire to met Ken Kesey - which I eventually did BTW.
Otherwise, most of my formative teen years were in the Dazed and Confused Era we call the 70's by which time I had landed in California in the middle of Dogtown Days!
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lars johansen
Trad climber
San Francisco, CA
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Apr 21, 2013 - 11:06pm PT
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I took the acid test, administered by Ken Kesey, at Longshoreman's Hall. I can't remember if I passed or not.
lars
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jogill
climber
Colorado
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Apr 22, 2013 - 12:36am PT
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I was in my late 20s and 30s during the decade, and from 1962 through 1967 lived in a small town in a western Kentucky rural area where people only got excited about the local high school (and Murray State) basketball teams. My take on the time was a bit different from those of you who were younger and living in more cosmopolitan environments. I had finished my stint as an AF officer, facilitating round-the-clock missions of B-52s loaded with nuclear weapons, flying out over the north Atlantic and back, ready to attack at a moment's notice. I felt very little apprehension about the two superpowers going at it. I wasn't particularly interested in the music of the era, and I was nowhere near any mass demonstrations. I was in a nearby building at the U of Alabama when Wallace stood in the doorway, barring entrance by a black student(see photo previously), and was disgusted by the overweaning twirp but didn't run around shouting at him. Maybe I should have. And although I had admired LBJ I gave up on him when he extended the war. I visited communes and ate with a generous and warm group of students at the U of Colorado who had formed one as an alternative to fraternities and sororities. I bouldered on weekends at Dixon Springs and other spots in S. Illinois with my wife and small child and a couple of fellow faculty members and students who became interested in the sport.
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Wayno
Big Wall climber
Seattle, WA
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Apr 22, 2013 - 12:56am PT
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Nice little slice of a personal history, Mr. Gill. Thanks.
That last U-tube bit is a gem, Mouse.
The woman that introduced me to my wife in Santa Cruz years back at one time lived across the street from Jerry Garcia somewhere in San Fransisco. She talked about this huge walk-in closet that she had in her house and Jerry would come over and hide in there when things got too wild at his place.
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Ed Hartouni
Trad climber
Livermore, CA
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Apr 22, 2013 - 02:27am PT
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710 Ashbury St.
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Ed Hartouni
Trad climber
Livermore, CA
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Apr 22, 2013 - 02:44am PT
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Freedom 7 5/5/1961
Liberty Bell 7 7/21/1961
Friendship 7 2/20/1962
Aurora 7 5/24/1962
Sigma 7 10/3/1962
Faith 7 5/15/1963
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Ed Hartouni
Trad climber
Livermore, CA
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Apr 22, 2013 - 03:05am PT
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Gemini III 3/26/1965
Gemini IV 6/3-7/1965
Gemini V 8/21-29/1965
Gemini VII 12/4-18/1965
Gemini VI 12/15-16/1965
Gemini VIII 3/16-17/1966
Gemini IX 6/3-6/1966
Gemini X 7/16-21/1966
Gemini XI 9/12-15/1966
Gemini XII 11/11-15/1966
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Apr 22, 2013 - 03:41am PT
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On July 4, 1970, overcrowding in Yosemite Valley led to a clash between Park Rangers and anti-war demonstrators. The mob dragged mounted Rangers off their horses, and overturned the Mariposa Sheriff's squad car. Shots were fired. The riot led to more than a hundred arrests, several injuries, and great destruction of property – and changes to Park Service access policies and training practices.
From Mighty Hiker's sources and thanks, Anders.
Hippy freaks in Yosemite pre-1970, the things they got away with back then!
Has Anyone Seen My Decade? (Musta Left It Somewhere)
Bong met bong
Then Cheech met Chong
While Tom and Yvong
Could do no wrong
Borghoff wrote a climbing song
Bircheff wore a simple thong
Said goodbye to old John Long
Then tie-died Largo came along
Forgive me if I tell it wrong
But my memories seem really strong
--Old Taco McTell
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Apr 22, 2013 - 05:00am PT
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That's what happened here, with somebody's home-grown CD Psychedelic 60s. It had a home-printed CD front & rear insert, but inside was the ol' silver CD-R-with-a-sharpie-inscription.
But ya know, it's pretty fun! Thank heaven that we can enjoy the wild music without having to go through the actual "psychedelic" experiences that may have inspired it.
Here is the tracklist:
1 99th Floor Moving Sidewalks 2:13
2 I've Got Levitation 13th Floor Elevators 2:42
3 Maid of Sugar, Maid of Spice Mouse and the Traps 2:41
4 Eagle Never Hunts the Fly The Music Machine 2:47
5 Double Yellow Line The Music Machine 2:13
6 Frustration The Painted Ship 2:55
7 When I Arrive We the People ... 2:59
8 Go Away The Plague 1:58
9 Writing on the Wall The 5 Canadians 2:21
10 Reverberation (Doubt) 13th Floor Elevators 2:48
11 No Good Woman The Tree 2:44
12 She Lives (in a Time of Her Own) 13th Floor Elevators 3:00
13 Where You Gonna Go? Unrelated Segments 2:51
14 Absolutely Positively The Music Machine 2:15
15 Swami William Penn 3 2:57
16 Trippin' Out Something Wild 2:13
17 Scarlet and Gold 13th Floor Elevators 5:00
18 Yesterday's Hero The Satyrs 2:38
19 Dr Doom 13th Floor Elevators 3:15
20 Smell of Incense W.C.P.A.E.B. 5:52
21 Satisfaction Guaranteed The Mourning Reign 2:19
22 Slip Inside This House 13th Floor Elevators 8:05
23 I Wanna Come Back (from the World of LSD) The Fee-Fi-Four Plus Two 2:21
24 Spider and the Fly The Monocles 2:07
25 Mother Nature/Father Earth The Music Machine 2:14
26 I Need Love The Time Stoppers 2:53
Also included is read CD insert, and a printable CD image, so you won't need a sharpie!
--from Dr. Spock's record room blogs
That's not Mouse talkin'! I been experienced so long I can "fool people all the time" like the Swami.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HXFlGooUv6M
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UpaF9EnsGfA
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UpaF9EnsGfA
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Apr 22, 2013 - 12:29pm PT
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http://www.billirwinphotography.com/anti-war.htm#anchor1
Have any of you ever been involved in protests? The idea is to get attention focused on a problem so that steps can be taken by enlightened ones to deal with the problem. Simple. It’s just that a few eggs may be broken, hearts, too, in the process.
My only experience (I like to tell myself I learn from some of them) with protest involved a march in San Francisco in like, 1969, maybe February or March. I was a newly-minted Bayarean and had been living in the east bay for months since moving out of Merced to El Cerrito and had been working for Red Barn making Big Barneys like at M.C. Donald’s and Rip-off Chicken like at the Colonel’s. I still felt uncool because I’d not experienced being hosed or beat with a baton, I guess. I felt the call, though, and took the bus over to Civic Center Plaza for the rally before the march.
The rally was both cool and short, all were eager to get on the streets, and I found myself in the group under the VVAW banners. We strode on out. Songs. Shouts of righteous anger. A joke here and there, at least two joints passed through my hands, probably more. No one remembered or knew that we ought to have water, and we got thirsty, and we walked to the Presidio from the Plaza.
Malvina was singing her protest song about Tungsten and the Gis stood in ranks, the Nation’s Army’s finest, the Military Polizei (Pigs) assigned to the Presidio. Malvina’s insults about Wolframite and steel put them in a nasty frame of mind, likely. Some rocks flew over in their direction. This egged them on. They faced us from behind a high fence of steel rods. Our guys monkeyed onto them and the rank of MPs moved forward several paces, batons out, shoulders together, no shields.
But it’s the same story, batons against buttons, fascism over flowers, fear and mistrust instead of peace and love and pot smoke. Sunshine falls on us all the same, my brothers. But this turned into an ugly, ugly scene in minutes, and it was unscripted action/reaction. I got the hell out of the area just as soon as I could when the MPs moved up. Not much in terms of satisfaction for me in this event, but I became more experienced.
And as a result I never went to another protest in my life.
The same for Altamont. It turned me off on concerts, more or less. It was the last one I attended.
People in herds seem to become stupider than usual, somehow.
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