<p>Y’all flunked hippie 101. But then you all lost some brain cells in the process, so you’re excused.</p>
<p>It was the first platinum album of all time (and remained so for some time after). You’d know it if I could hum the opening bars over CC:</p>
<p>Doomp, doomp, do-do-do-DOO-dah-dah-dah…</p>
<p>By… (1968)</p>
<p>Iron Butterfly</p>
<p>In-a-Gadda-Da-Vida</p>
<p>[Live Dates](<a href=“Live Dates - Wikipedia”>http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Live_Dates</a>)I just got this one on CD- I haven’t heard it for years- but a local coffee shop was playing the whole album & I remembered how much I used to like it :D</p>
<p>That was an awful song mini.
Steppenwolf was much better.</p>
<p>Agreed!</p>
<p>Mythmom - do you remember “Cat Mother and the All Night Newsboys”? I once went to a funeral for the lead singer’s parakeet on the midnight ferry to Staten Island (burial at sea.)</p>
<p>OMG Live Dates is awesome! But it’s 70s. If we do 70s, there’s a TON of great music. Mid-60s til 1980 was…</p>
<p>THE GOLDEN AGE OF ROCK.</p>
<p>Someday, students will learn in school about that era the way we were taught about the Renaissance…with REVERENCE.</p>
<p>And while all of you were having fun because your parents funded all these boondoggles, my husband was at Danang. Went in at 17. He didn’t have the luxury of growing turnips and wearing funny hats and pretending that what he was doing was oh so important. But he did listen to Jefferson Airplane and The Doors. Bought his first guitar in southeast Asia; it sits in our family room and gets played on a regular basis. It’s interesting how we’re all connected in a way.</p>
<p>I’m thankful that your husband came back alive, doubleplay.</p>
<p>boondoggles?
I was in junior high in 1971- but I did have a POW bracelet that I wore constantly for two or three years, until I was notified that my soldier had been released & I sent it to him 
unfortunately, since this was something I was doing on my own, I didnt’ think to keep his name- I would have liked to have contacted him later to see how he was doing.
<a href=“http://thewall-usa.com/bracelet.asp[/url]”>http://thewall-usa.com/bracelet.asp</a></p>
<p>[This is stuck in my head](<a href=“http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3zzwbYyvWiU”>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3zzwbYyvWiU</a>)</p>
<p>My older daughters high school vocal group sang this- but they did it acappella- they were fantastic</p>
<p>doubleplay: it wasn’t like that at all. Sat with brother and boyfriend as the lottery numbers were called sick with worry. Dear dear cousin was in Nam. And dear friend.</p>
<p>Actually cuz smoked more weed in Nam than anyone I knew stateside and came back a hippie, very hippie.</p>
<p>And I actually knew Ron Kovic quite well.</p>
<p>And I can only say amen to paying3tuitions – yes, very thankful he came back.</p>
<p>Yes, mini, remember. RIP parakeet. Oh that summer of '69.</p>
<p>In a Gada da Vida, BABY. Freshman comp teacher played this first day of class. We had to write a paper on what it was saying. (See horrified face here.)</p>
<p>mini: lived in a house with Sterling Morrison, drummer for Velvet Underground. Married a friend’s sister. He came an English professor at U of T, Austin.</p>
<p>When I was little, I wanted to be a hippie “when I grew up”.</p>
<p>This thread is hilarious. My cousin played with Johnny Winter’s band, and he asked me if I wanted to go on the road with them as crew. In Pappagallo’s and a fairisle sweater? (granted, had holes at the elbows!)…didn’t happen!</p>
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<p>1969 on a flight from Atlanta heading West there was a whole group of teen draftee/volunteers (17-18 year old tops) heading to California with orders for Nam. People took up a collection and bought them all the drinks they wanted. Yep me too, in bells, beads and tie-dye. When I got off the plane at Love Field a cop saw me waiting for a ride, stopped next to me, leaned across the car, rolled down the window, shot me the bird and said “get outta town you F—ing Hippie.” Ah, the “good old days.”</p>
<p>BTY-- within the last few years I was on a plane where there were a lot of young men and women in uniform with orders to ship out. The entire first class section gave them their seats.</p>
<p>Close high school friend’s older brother was a Marine in Nam. Did three tours. Tried to re-up for number four but they said he was a little nuts. He was sent home with no mental health help upon return (that didn’t become available for returning soldiers until later), given $50 in San Diego and told to report back in 2 weeks.</p>
<p>He bought a $50 car and started driving West to home (Dallas). He had previously mailed home a Thompson submachine gun in multiple packages marked “Film-Do Not X-ray”. He was very disturbed about the “hippies” who hung out and played music at a certain location in Dallas. He had written that he was going to “take care” of that when he got home. His younger brother (my aged friend-17) hide the firing mechanism.</p>
<p>Brother got home, discovered the piece was “missing,” was furious, threw the brother up against the walk so hard it knocked a hole in it. He didn’t sleep for 3 more days, was totally paranoid. Couldn’t be in crowds. Freaked (putting it mildly) if a car backfired. </p>
<p>Eventually calmed down, became a cop in Califorina. Did undercover drug work at rock festivals until he couldn’t take it. He said he started to feel sorry for those lost on drugs and didn’t think jail was what they needed. Returned to Dallas area where he worked as a cop while he went to night law school at Baylor. He turned out to be a tremendous criminal defense attorney. </p>
<p>I agree that we were (and are) all connected then(and now). From my high school’s class of 1966, one guy was a credentialed member of President Nixon’s Commission on Campus Unrest in 1970 who went on to be the publisher of and heir apparent to Wm F. Buckley at the National Review (boy could that start a thread) and another was one of Justice Blackmun’s two law clerks who wrote Roe v. Wade.</p>
<p>07DAD: The above is amazing. And a great read. Last paragraph fascinating. One thing I would also like to say was that I always took great pains to be supportive of returning soldiers. Could not abide the behavior of blaming them for US Foreign Policy.</p>
<p>We are all connected. Absolutely. And we suffer for each other even when we don’t know it.</p>
<p>Where are you in the class of 1966 roster? Or is this too personal?</p>
<p>And you reminded me of the level of hate that existed for hippies. Ugh. So many young men were kicked out of their homes for having hair longer than their father’s. My father beat me up so I could never go back to live in his house in the summer of my junior year for having an ahem, boyfriend. So I never got to have my last year in HS or select a college. Probably why I’m obsessed with CC.</p>
<p>I’ve never before seen myself as a casualty of the hippie wars.</p>
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<p>Sorry, urban myth. </p>
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<p>As a matter of fact, Inna Gadda Da Vida didn’t become certified platinum until 1993 (4X platinum). And the Beatles albums (Sgt. Pepper & Abbey Road have to be considered Hippie albums) outsold it many times over.</p>
<p>Actually sold eight million copies in first year of release (30 million total). The industry “Platinum” did not exist in 1968. The Platinum was presented by the head of ATCO Records - later, it became the industry standary.</p>
<p>The Beatles albms did indeed outsell Iron Butterfly. I would never have considered them “hippie” music.</p>
<p>a LA-bred-too-young-to-be-a hippie here. 12YO in 1967.</p>
<p>-Went to the love-ins at Griffith Park
-saw Hair at the Aquarius Theatre (with my temple youth group 
-Cut high school one day to participate in an anti-war demonstration. The demonstration ended in Reseda Park with Phil Ochs performing
-Saw Ike & Tina Turner and Jimi Hendrix at Devonshire Downs.
-My older brother was denied entrance to Disneyland as they deemed his hair was too long</p>
<p>So do you think there’s a correlation between parents who were hippies and their children succeeding at top colleges?? Someone, do a dissertation.</p>
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Yup. That was/is the one…
The Farm (Tennessee)
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia</p>
<p>The Farm is an intentional community in southeastern Lewis County, Tennessee, near the community of Summertown, Tennessee,[1] based on principles of nonviolence and respect for the Earth. It was founded in 1971 by Stephen Gaskin and 320 San Francisco hippies; The Farm is well known amongst hippies and other members of similar subcultures as well as by many vegetarians. The Farm now has approximately 200 residents.</p>
<p>Well, we’d have to hear from all the non-hippies. There were many preppies, even then, and I’m sure their kids are doing great. They probably have more money to spend on college than some of us. Haha.</p>
<p>The Farm is the basis for a chapter in my novel. Knew people who ended up there.</p>