If the 50s are a pair of unironic thick rimmed glasses left on a crepe papered table with a few half deflated balloons and a sprung mousetrap...
And the 70s are the dust wiped off your neighbor's window with a cuffed sleeve to peer into his wood-paneled finished basement only to find a huge organ being played by a man with bad teeth, no pants, and threadbare tighty-whities...
And the 80s are a pile of dog shit on a New York corner next to a stinking collection of black garbage bags that a hooker steps over in one of those Jane Fonda outside thong leotards before tripping on the long ribbon of a cassette tape, unspooled and fluttering...
What are the 60s?
How about the 90s?
I've tried and tried, and I just can't do them. I don't know why. So help me, please.
Thursday, August 23, 2007
I Have a Question For You
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Ok...I don't know if this helps...maybe you'll find something here....last night I watched a video of the musical Hair with Kiersty and Nick.... ( they liked it better than Rocky Horror Picture Show ) ...it was a groovy night....in between hitting the pause button and discussing Vietnam, drugs, free love, cosmic consciousness, and of course Twyla Tharp's lovely modern dance choreography....they asked how old I was during that era....yikes!....I explained that after having been raised on Captain Kangaroo and Leave It To Beaver, I boarded a schoolbus for 1st grade wearing a Polly Flinder dress - to find people adorned in psychedelics and, well, lots of hair....an acid trip in my own little 6 year-old mind....but mostly I remembered your mum's bedroom in Milton MA...sparkling beads hanging, bright tissue paper flowers, incense burning, and her wearing a pair of hand embroidered bell bottom jeans....it was magic..and the exact moment when I decided that I wanted to be a hippee when I grew up....hmmmm....
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