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‘Bloody Hippies’ – an article published online

1 March 2009

hippiesBLOODY HIPPIES

When I was 18, in 1986, my last year of school, for me the culture of the late 60s was akin to oxygen. People thought I was crazy. Said I was living in the past. Personally, I saw my passion for the 60s as a necessary enrichment of my present in an age when, on a brand-new thing called MTV, the most important thing about a pop song was now the video not the music.

Were the people of the Italian Renaissance living in the past by delving back into Classical ideals to lift themselves up out of the Dark Ages? And why isn’t Mozart considered ‘retro’ whereas The Doors are?

For the original hippies – the Baby Boomers – the film they saw as defining the spirit of their generation was ‘Easy Rider’. What was that defining film for us Generation Xers? Oh, yes… ‘The Breakfast Club’. What a wonderful icon of a Golden Age it wasn’t. Perhaps Freddy Kruger targeted my age group precisely because we were so lame.

Indeed, Generation X seems to have been defined by its resentment of the original hippies. Why this resentment, this Gen X retro cringe at the youth of the Psychedelic Era? Because they believed that something as ephemeral as pop music just might change the world? Stop a war? Because this belief was hopelessly naïve and doomed to failure from the start? Of course it was.

But you have to keep in mind that the pop music of the 60s was of such high quality that it had the youth of the 1960s believing the illusion. And the First World youth of the 1960s weren’t ignorant apparition-seeing hill-dwellers either. They were the best educated generation in history. And their pop music was so intoxicating that it had them believing the Impossible might be Possible.

Ken Kesey, influential figure of late 60s hippy culture, gave us his book ‘One Flew Over the Cookoo’s Nest’, the story of a lone individual’s struggle against an oppressive regime. Immortalised in film with Jack Nicholson in the lead role as asylum inmate, Randal McMurphy, one of the film’s key scenes has McMurphy trying to pull off the impossible: In front of all the other inmates, he puts his whole being into an attempt to rip out the asylum’s concrete water bubbler. Of course, he fails. And the inmates see him fail. But then he turns to them: “But don’t y’see?! At least I TRIED.”

Perhaps the defining pop song of Generation X was Nirvana’s ‘Smells Like Teen Spirit’. (It seems I was the single person on the planet who wasn’t moved by this band.) But many times did I hear Cobain fans effuse how the song ‘really captured the spirit of a generation’. In fact, I heard this line so many times that I had a prepared reply for it. ‘In what way?’ I would always ask.

The thing is, every time I asked this, I always (always) got the same answer.

A blank stare.

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Click on the Youtube link below to see Country Joe McDonald (iconic hippy) playing his protest song, “I Feel Like I’m Fixing to Die” (calling for an end to the Viet Nam War) at the Woodstock Rock Festival, 1969.

See this article at… Psychedelic Hippie Music Blogspot

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2 Comments leave one →
  1. 11 August 2009 9:09 pm

    For those that grew up in the 60s and 70s the legacy of the “hippie” festival will live on… you’ll love my book on 70s sex, drugs & rock n roll … nostalgia, fun, hilarity and a time gone that is so different from todays high stress techno world.
    Remember Sunbury? Nambassa (the down under festival that bigger than Woodstock in per capita terms) and Sweetwaters?
    Those were the days my friend :)

  2. 11 August 2009 9:28 pm

    Lovely comment, Ms Poulter. Thank you.

    I was certainly aware of Sunbury. But Nambassa, Sweetwaters? I must investigate.

    I’m sure I’m going to love your book, having been a 60s music & culture devotee since I first saw The Monkees on TV at age 8. You’re clearly a devotee yourself, also a rock fan of excellent taste. (God, all those years I spent trying to be a rock singer myself…) Harder than making it in Publishing (!)

    For everybody reading this, check out the following title at bookstores and online at Amazon.com…

    “The Wong Way to Marry” by Colleen A Poulter.

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