|Front page photo in the Canberra Times, 19 Sep 1970. |
Your humble blogger, with pipe. Leftie of old...
Reminds me of the copper Gene Hunt in "Ashes to Ashes", who's leading a raid into some villain's house. To his troops he says "Right.... now, about police brutality,.... lots of it!". For us, sex -- lots of it -- drugs -- lots of them -- rock and roll -- lots of it. Remember, if you can, that this was when the groups like the Beatles, Rolling Stones, the Jimi Hendrix Experience, Cream, Blind Faith, Led Zeppelin, The Doors, The Grateful Dead, Pink Floyd, Them, The Animals, Jefferson Airplane, King Crimson, Keef Hartley, Procol Harum, etc, etc, etc, were new. New! (Holy Mackerel, even just writing them down, the sheer brilliance, all new, makes me breathless still).
And we'd go out and buy their albums the day they came out. Big, bright vinyl albums, with wonderful, artsy covers, sometimes hallucinatory, to go with the times, Surreal man! And play and play and play them, until someone at some booze and drug-fueled party stubbed a roach out on it, the sad demise of of too many of those vinyl visions of magic. Well, of mine, anyway.