because the sixties didn't just end with the '60s
FLASHBACKS & CONTACT HIGHS is the default category for anything that doesn’t somehow fit into the other categories. A contact high supposedly occurred when one person picked up and was somehow affected by the psychedelic vibes of another person who was tripping.
A flashback was supposedly a spontaneous re-experiencing of an LSD trip weeks to years after the original trip. I experienced the former but am getting a wee bit impatient waiting for the latter after all these decades.
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MY APOLOGIES for neglecting regular readers of my blogs for the past few months. Fortunately, there is a good reason for this that has nothing to do with those silly rumors circulated by the VRC that I had run off and joined a progressive commune in Vermont left over from those hippie-wannabe days of yore. [Read more] “far out, man, just “tell it like it was””
THIS IS A CONCEPT SITE—and anyone who was into rock in the ’60s or is a record collector now knows something about ‘concept albums’—whose purpose is to present articles, essays, and pictorials about “the Sixties,” accentuating the positive about the people, music, books, movies, art, and events that occurred then and which live on in fact or spirit decades later. [Read more] “introduction to the endless sixties”
I ENTERED COLLEGE in September 1969. Nixon had been in office less than a year and the war in Vietnam was ongoing. The draft was also ongoing but I had a student deferment. I was, of course, opposed to the war and made my opinion known whenever opportunity allowed—such as in choice of attire. [Read more] “what’s so funny about peace love and understanding? *”