PRE-WEEKEND UPDATE...

I watched a documentary about the Monterey Pop Festival this afternoon,and other than being amazed that Sammy Hagar was there for the thing,the thing that impressed me most was Michelle Phillips lamenting how quickly it went south.Woodstock,Altamont and the introduction of speed and coke effectively killed the summer of love/Haight scene.Not to mention that Manson thing.And it reduced her to tears.It was very touching and testament to the vibe present there in 67.
I found myself a bit weepy as well.Watching her mourn the loss 40 years later made me kind of misty.Innocence lost...again,and it made me think of my time in the 70's and all that has changed since those days long gone but for cloudy memories.
But consider this...at Monterey,over the course of three days of massive pot and acid use nobody was hurt or killed,nobody got arrested and nobody OD'ed.(Thank god for the bad trip teepee!)
It hearkens back to a time when people really cared about each other and the vibe was all about the love.Even the cops there were sporting flowers and smiling.
We should really find a way to get that vibe back.
Everybody knows the main players at Monterey,but there were 31 acts over 3 days,all diverse but unified,something we are sorely lacking these days.
On that note,my son and his family are having a BBQ tomorrow evening and it will be diverse to understate the crowd.But we will all join together in the joy that is our new arrival,MacKenzie...and our love and joy about this will transcend any old hatchets we may be holding over one another's head.I don't know about anyone else,but I threw my hatchets away a long time ago.Life is too short to carry grudges and I have cast mine off in regard to my extended family.
I know it's hard to believe watching Hendrix fuck his guitar,light it on fire,and destroy it ala' Pete T could fill me with the loving spirit,but somehow it does.
It reminds me of a better time in this world.
I leave you with this...enjoy.