LMAO teddy, they all have warrants something to do with Hendrix, and bad acid

I attended Indiana State University in '67-'68 and had the pleasure of seeing Mr. Hendrix twice on stage at an off campus venue that held about 250 people.  The colors were pretty and he didn't even have a light show. Also saw Janis Joplin and Jefferson Airplane live.  Those were great times....I think.  I stayed pretty non-political in those days and have never been arrested for anything my whole life.  Boring maybe, but I'm happy for it now.

By the way guys, my dad was a WWII vet (P-51's in England), so I never had the urge to spit on anyone, and would have decked anyone I saw doing it.  I liked long hair not violence.

Like Angus, I come from a military family. My grandfather had 3 ships blown out from under him at Okinawa before he lost a few inches off one leg and my dad's A-5 was shot down in 1969. I still had long hair till it got shaved off in boot camp.

Peace, Love, Dove

Funny thing, glad I had long hair back then...it all fell out when I hit 40.

I still have the first rekkid I ever bought....Janis Joplin's 'Pearl'.

Missed the conscription for 'Nam by about 18 months ...so still have a full compliment of arms/legs/etc.

Sociology at RMIT included sit-in protests at the Law Courts supporting draft-dodgers....[Architecture was/is an odd course]....

I was serving time in the U.S. Air Force in late 60's, most of it in Vietnam...I've often wondered if I wasn't in the military back then, if I would have become one of the flower children.  I've often thought, I missed out on something.

Im jealous, hendrix was a god on his guitar.....

Lantec, I also thank you for your service and am sorry for the loss of your dad.

Ditto guys, I eventually lost my Grandfather to an infection, or illness he got after coming home, he copped some shrapnel in the back, I was only 15 months old, but I actually remember him.

I wasn't a flower child as such, but I grew up in England in that era and was right into the music that became known as 'The British Invasion': The Beatles; The Rolling Stones; Ten Years After; Jethro Tull: Cream; The Who, etc, etc.  I did have the pleasure of seeing Jimi Hendrix at the Isle of Wight Festival, however, along with Jethro Tull and several others. Yup, those were the days, when music was music, and not some twit fast talking to some scratched record getting dragged arse backwards.

I wasn't allowed to have long hair in those days as my father was strict on that sort of thing... I wasn't a girl, so it was off to the barber once a fortnight for a short back and sides.  It wan't until I turned 18 in '71 and I had 'mostly' moved out of home that I was able to grow long hair... and I did it with a vengeance after all my mates had long hair and I couldn't.  It eventually came 3/4's the way down my back, and when my fringe was brushed forward it came down to my belly button... it pretty much stayed that way until about 4 -5 years ago when I started having greater issues with the Oz summer heat.

It's funny, isn't it, how things change yet stay the same!  My father would say to me: "What are you listening to that bloody rubbish for?"... and a few years later I'd hear my son listening to rap music and say the exact same thing.

I used to hate my parents music and now I really like most of it.  I like most music except like the Cap'n....Rap.  Not that it's black culture, it's that I'm anti-gang and that's where a majority of it arises. 

Same here... my mum and dad would listen to Jim Reeves, Kathy Kirby and the like while I was into pretty much anything that was pop or rock in the 60's, but now I can easily sit back and listen to their sort of music these days.  Why I can even sit back and relax to a lot of the classical music I didn't like as a teenager... but I can not even begin to tolerate rap, not so much because it's often gang related, but because I simply do not like the sound of it and find the lyrics are often obnoxious.

To be quite honest, I'd rather listen to paint dry.

Chronologically, I guess I'm part of the generation (boomer) but I didn't become self-aware until much later and actually fit better with Generation X.  I didn't get into music until I was almost 18, and then it was soft pop stuff, (Neil Diamond, The Eagles...that kind of stuff).  The war was over and I missed my chance to protest anything.  Story of my life...a day late and a dollar short.  I must admit, I feel like I cheated myself out of my opportunity to experience acid.  I'm way too old to be experimenting at this age.

Wow...you did it....here are some mems for you, flower girl!

Not cheated... WISE!

Never too late to experiment... just leave the acid alone... and remember the old girl in the restaraunt scene in 'When Harry Met Sally'.... "I'll have some of what she's having."

Bump

I was a flower..egg.. in late 60's.. does that count??

I attended Woodstock and had the pleasure of living in the Haight in San Fran.  As the saying goes, "if you remember everything about the sixties, you weren't really there!"  It was a fine time indeed in many ways and led to much disillusionment in many other ways.  Still, I wouldn't have missed it for anything.

I think I missed the whole of the 60's