Saturday, February 13, 2016

We Are Baby Boomers

…and as usual, we have something to say (per the Monkees).
This is not so much about vintage clothing (I did throw a little in).  This is about my generation.
There were many different kinds of us back then: 
“Rah-Rah’s” known later as “Preppies”, aka: “Jocks”
“Greasers” (we called them “Nicky Newarks”)


We had the Beatles in every incarnation WITH John and George

The Moody Blues, the Animals, the Zombies (a great group that had no clue their name would be a household word in the 2000’s)

They did not look very "Zombie-like"

 The Grateful Dead

The Rolling Stones with Mick Jagger

No…..THIS Mick Jagger

                                                          *sigh* wasn’t he adorable?

We had real Psychedelia. Yes, that’s a word:

We had Timothy Leary, Bob Dylan, Haight-Ashbury, The Mamas and the Papas and THIS:

Think what you want about this generation, but we were about AWARENESS.  One example in mind:  Special parking for the Handicapped.  AWARENESS of the handicapped. THAT was us.

We got to wear stuff like this:

…and this:
 (oh yes, and we had Jimmie)

(...and Janis too)

…and this:

Whoa.  Flashback.

There was never a generation quite like ours.  There are still young people out there who imitate what we had, try to re-live those times.

(Ha.  Eat your heart out.)

Yes, there were drugs.  A lot of us were doing them because we thought we would learn something important about ourselves, transcend the times, the people.  Be better, somehow. 
It didn’t work, but we were too young and idealistic to admit it. And we kept on truckin’:

…and then there were those who did drugs just to get high….

Nowadays?  Allow me to use the vernacular we used back then:

We are freaking out.

Grandchildren are the biggest mind-blowers.
Far out?  Yes, but TOO far out.

Age spots?  No way, Man. That's hellacious.

White hair?  Hallucinating. Just cool it.

Arthritis?  WHAT??!!  You’re trippin’.

Social Security?  Not enough bread, Man.

We fall-out before 10PM  (hedacious!)

Where are we supposed groove? The old folks home?

That's outrageous, Man.

My Old Man is really my old man?!

Not cool.

We forgot your name because of all the pot we smoked back then, not because of our ages.


We never for a minute thought about the 60s coming back, except they did, only in a different way…

…as in our ages.

Hey, do NOT be surprised if some of us freely drop an "F-Bomb" every now and then....   

Hey, I’ve said this before:  We are NOT and never will be your mothers “old folks next door”.  We will continue to blow your mind no matter what our ages are.

So there you have it.  We are now TWICE the age of those we said never to trust…
me 1971

PS:  my apologies to internationals who read this and cannot get through all the American slang used here….

1 comment:

  1. This is spot on....... Far out and Groovy.... Peace out, Man!