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Missing The Sixties

Eisenhower as president. I know exactly where I was for the assasinations of JFK and RFK. The first rocket up with a monkey on board. John Glenn the first man to orbit the earth. The riots at the Democratic convention in Chicago. The moon landing.

Au Naturel: I got through the 60s. I'd like to have them back, at least health and energy wise.
 
If you remember the sixties, you weren't there.

News to me!

That's me, the ugly little kid in the back seat squinting at the camera. Smile, Mom!

And no, we weren't participating in a classic car parade. (Circa 1961);)

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I still recall visiting my grandmother's house and watching on tv as President Kennedy stood up in his limousine convertible to shake the hands of university students running up to greet him in his moving car. That was so cool...

Sadly I also recall just a few years later which put an end to a president being so accessible. When the principal of our school entered the classroom and whispered something to Mrs. Meyers our second-grade teacher. And she suddenly looked sick and cried. :(

I also remembered hearing the Beatles for the first time on a car radio.

And the beginning of the Second British Invasion. And Paul Revere & the Raiders too!:cool:


 
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If you remember the sixties, you weren't there.

News to me!

That's me, the ugly little kid in the back seat squinting at the camera. Smile, Mom!

And no, we weren't participating in a classic car parade. (Circa 1961);)
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I suspect I'm showing my dense-ness in my reply?: It was a saying that went around in the late 70's or so, meant that practically everyone was stoned through the sixties?

The photo of you in the car is definitely a keeper!
My grandparents in the Dakotas had a Ford that looked similar/ same colors to the car you're in that photo. My mug in the photo wasn't as cheery as yours- it was time to leave for home, and I was crying to stay longer. My facial resemblance to Edward G Robinson at that age didn't help.

My much-older sister (gave me her Who album) really went for the Beatles. She went to an early concert and she said she was one of the female screaming Beatles fanatics that drowned out the actual music! We moved to another part of the state where we lived a couple doors down from the manager of the big AM-radio rock station of that city. My sister got quite a few of big-venue rock concert tickets for free (but fortunately didn't attend Altamont). Me being the wee autistic child, had an occasional song played over the air. I would not have enjoyed crowded concerts even if I were of age.
 
I suspect I'm showing my dense-ness in my reply?: It was a saying that went around in the late 70's or so, meant that practically everyone was stoned through the sixties?

LOL....truly I've never heard of the saying. My bad! Looked it up, but never heard of Richard Goldstein who said it either. Interesting reading though...thanks for mentioning it!


But I sure recall who Al Goldstein was.....:p

And the Village Voice. Wow..haven't heard of it in a long time, along with the Berkeley Barb.
 
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I kind of feel like I "miss the decade" too, even though I wasn't there. Times just felt better with no technology to gawk at like a Samsung phone, or whatever. There was still much to be depressed about with politics, I suppose. But most of my favourite films and music is from the 80s. So I do feel an attachment to that era, somehow.
 
I always liked happy upbeat music, although from a wide range of different genres. There used to be a lot of that around in the 60s and 70s but that started to change in the mid 80s.

A philosophical question: Is the music of an era a result of the mindset of the general populace? Or is the mindset of the general populace affected by the music they listen to?
If you like up beat try this guy loved watching him in the bars "David Wilcox" turned my wife onto him. Amazing guitar player up tempo blues, a legend up here, in Ontario Canada. Still playing bars, boogie woogie blues, a style all his own great dance music
 
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I got into a lot of 60s music from the oldies station as a kid. "Eleanor Rigby" and "Get Off of My Cloud" were two favorites. And "Liar, Liar" by The Castaways.

I got into The Beatles' records before my teens, especially Rubber Soul and Pepper. Then lots of others: The Stones, Kinks, Zombies, Beach Boys, Zappa, Doors, Bacharach, Stooges, Velvet Underground, Love, etc. I'm probably forgetting a bunch. The first things I bought when I had a job at 15 were The Complete Robert Johnson and Nuggets, which had just been rereleased as a box set.

I love the old Corman movies from that time; The Monkees' Head; Batman: the Movie; Psycho; Alphaville; Planet of the Apes; Easy Rider; and more.

There was a great sense of design in the art and animation. The illustration art in ads, too. Lots of beautiful stuff, which was creative, and not sleek and business-like.

There's a lot of great jazz from that time, too. Miles Davis' albums were explosive, brilliant, and new, even if rock was more of a cultural focus.

I love Nuggets and Dominic Priore's old Beach Boys scrap book as time capsules of that period. They're just a small part of it, though. However, when we talk about the 60s, it seems we really mean 66-69. Maybe 64-69, as Beatlemania was a sea change.
 
Of course, who can forget these guys, who seemed to combine every strand of American music up until their existence:

Grateful Dead Vintage Concert Photo Fine Art Print from 710 Ashbury Street,  1967 at Wolfgang's
 

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