Besides the legendary Woodstock music festival (3 Days of Peace and Music), which brought together so many epic bands like The Grateful Dead, Santana, Keef Hartley, Jimi Hendrix, Creedence Clearwater Revival, Mountain, Janis Joplin, The Who, Jefferson Airplane, Ten Years After and CSNY... to name a few...
The one thing I remember about San Franciso in the Summer of Love 1969... was the drugs... oh man, the drugs were everywhere... it was never so easy to get high, before or since... mostly Grass and LSD, but there was some other strange concoctions floating around out there... all of which made the psychedelic artwork found on the streets, and in the heads apartments, look like a jouney to another dimension!
Of course, we know it wasn't all cookies and cream... but the love did spread like wildfire... a testament to the drugs, certainly... but also to mans ability to psychicly acheive something through sheer want and willpower... the ability to socially focus a society on loving each other, is a trait that seems to have been lost in these days of smartphones and social networks... the motivation to create positive change is weak in todays spirit... perhaps because the drugs are filled with poison these days, or maybe it's just the water supply? :(
Either way... there's a certain charm to a time period where people didn't just talk, but actually motivated to reach a Utopia of sorts... for example, besides Ken Kesey and the Merry Pranksters... who was the last Merry Prankster-like group you can recall since then? Anyone? Beuller? Beuller?
That's simply a shame, we have no wild history anymore... y'know, you should gather some friends right now, hop in the bus and take the summer off... open your third eye and walk through the doors of perception, write some beat poetry, paint each other and make LOTS OF NOISE, create something exotic through wild experimentation while exploring each others bodies and enlightening yourself in the process... trust each other... be free, godammit!
Just make sure you give the event an enigmatic name... future generations will need to recall and relive it for themselves, it must be found again... we forget that the future of free will comes through example's of the past... if all you do is lay down and die, that's all you're inspiring your children to do... and that's exactly what the Man wants.
Remember Haight Ashbury, Promote Free Love... Remember Freedom!