“DON’T TRUST ANYONE OVER 30!” That was one of the mottos we had in the ’60s and it was provided by Jerry Rubin. When he made that statement in 1967, there is a good chance that he knew exactly the kind of effect that it would have. But he might not have had a clue that it would also have an effect on non-political movers and shakers in Hollywood. READ MORE
AT CHRISTMAS A NUMBER OF YEARS AGO, I met my sister’s boyfriend, who was two generations younger than I. Not understanding what his tastes in anything were except that he liked good-looking women, my present to him was a book, Swingin’ Chicks Of The ’60s. It’s a collection of photos and biographies of 101 women famous for their beauty decades ago. READ MORE
ONCE AN ALIENATED, overly creative teenage misfit, Lew Shiner has been a critically successful writer for more than thirty years. His novel Glimpses won the World Fantasy Award in 1994 for Best Novel. He has also been one of my favorite writers since I was turned on to his novels twenty-some years ago. Paul Williams told me that Glimpses was the best rock & roll novel he’d ever read. READ MORE
I FOUND THIS DISCUSSION about aspects of The Sixties in the comments section in an article titled “How we made: Donovan’s Sunshine Superman” by Dave Simpson for The Guardian (May 2, 2016). There are many participants in the back-and-forth conversations in the thread, but I will focus on just two commenters, BarbKay and Katch33.
The comments cover a wide range of topics—from how adorable Donovan was to Shawn Phillips’ contributions to the Sunshine Superman album to how adorable Donovan was—but I glommed onto the observations of Katch33, particularly the two paragraphs below that begin with, “Nevertheless, I’m left with an unresolved mix of confusion.” READ MORE
SELECTING TEN NOVELS that sum up the era we refer to as “the Sixties” would be a task worthy of a minor Greek demi-deity. And by the Sixties, I am referring to the whole peace-love-do-your-own-thing counterculture: pot and acid and consciousness expansion and free love—lots and lots of free love—and rock & roll and Zap Comix and you know the rest. READ MORE
WE SPENT A WEEK IN JUNE at Ocean Shores on the west coast of Washington. It was our first time there, and the first time I had been near an ocean in almost thirty years! While I intended to spend a lot of time in the water—whose temperature was in the mid-50s—and be involved in sundry social activities, I also planned on doing some reading. READ MORE