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mmm...acapello to boot --that lousy Ayres & crew do not know how lucky they were that this angel voice silly with idealism and youth chimed in with 'em and made it look for awhile like their movement really WAS all sweetness & light.
"that lousy Ayres & crew... Baez chimed in with 'em..."
Pardon me, but did you just associate Joan Baez with the co-founder of the Weather Underground?
I did a Google search for "bill ayers" "joan baez" and, while it came up with 2,000 pages them mentioned them both, I couldn't find one article that linked them together. Plus, Ayers' Wikipedia page, which as you might gather is pretty long, doesn't mention her once.
In other words, if I may quote my favorite 'NCIS' line, you're not only wrong, but you're wrong at the top of your voice.
I'd say you obviously missed this post. Little message in the last paragraph for you.
Merc --asyou must relaize, 'the Movement' was large enough for everything in it. It had its own left and right, its hard-bitten Leninists, its violence-believers, its acidheads and hemp heads, and Tao, Mao, Wow factions, its chanters and romancers and philosophy-spoutin' intellectuals, its Wobblies and agrairian Prairie Firers, its --o well --you see what i meant. On and on, like wiping your behind with a wagon wheel, there was no end to it. The "personal was the political" --if it was the sixties and you were a boomer 'anti-Vietnam War' activist.
I counted so many erroneous statements in that paragraph that I lost count. I was there, in the Haight-Ashbury, in SF, in 1967, and the propaganda machine you so rely upon hasn't gotten one thing right yet. As thoroughly evidenced above and by Gringo's comment below.
The good news is, you and Gringo can continue freely spouting such nonsense and no one will ever call you on it. Because, after all, what are the horrifically long odds that you'd be spouting it to somebody who actually was there?
By the way, as long as I got you, don't say anything in Bruce's posts. He actually threatened Bird Dog with quitting the site unless poor Leag was banned because of some typical Leag-y type comments he'd made in some of Bruce's posts. I noted that you're unquestionably next. You'll say something classically Larsonesque such as, "like wiping your behind with a wagon wheel" in one his posts and he's going to think "your" means him -- directly, personally and literally.
When I read (in email) Bruce threatening BD over quitting if he didn't ban someone who hadn't actually broken any rules, my reply to Bruce was, "Don't let the door hit you on the way out." Blackmailing the boss? A real class act.
Because, after all, what are the horrifically long odds that you'd be spouting it to somebody who actually was there?
When I spout off to myself, those horrifically long odds would be met, as I spent a year+ in and around Berserkeley '69-70. People I was involved with 8 hours a day in Berserkeley were mentioned in national papers back then. While I do not know David Horowitz, the red diaper baby turned "evil right winger," I was surprised to read him in Front Page one day and realize that he and I had a mutual acquaintance- from Berserkeley. [I doubt that David Horowitz and this mutual acquaintance had met each other before I left Berserkeley.]
Went to the Haight only once. Rather bizarre. I sat in on a conversation with a well-dressed middle-aged Czech couple, refugees from the Russkie crushing of the Prague Spring the year before, with some dope-addled freak whose inarticulate sentences implicitly made a very strong argument against using dope.
You may not agree with my snapshot, but what I saw was not a hallucination from an acid trip. I described what I saw.
seems like everyone who does Wagoner's Lad adds a twist --Bob Dylan's 1988 live version is amazingly strong --alas it seems to've disppeared.
Here's Kingston trio doing an odd version --odd because the boys seem to've completely missed the attitude and instead just conjured a standard folkie bLand-o. But then the song lifts off (behind that great bass fiddle) and becomes something really cool and all its own. Slide show is great too --pioneer women of the Way West.
When I was in high school, my physics teacher showed a physics teaching film that featured Joan Baez's father as a consultant. He was a physics prof at Berserkeley.
One good point about Joan Baez. She made a stink about the genocide in Cambodia, for which jerks like Chomsky stomped her down.
Back in the day, the Movement could have been seen as embracing both Billy Boy and Joanie Phony(Al Capp's name for her). When the Weatherpeople went ballistic and doctrinaire Communistic in 1969-70, that was no longer the case. The Movement shattered. You couldn't be an "all you need is love" type hippie and a bomb throwing Commie at the same time. Prairie Fire, Billy Boy's and Bernadine's contribution to the love songs to the Dictatorship of the Proletariat genre, never became a bestseller.
Dr. Merc! You're in a bad mood, i can see that clearly --please return at once to good ol' sunshiney fun-loving Merc --
anyhoo there IS no 'poor old leag' --leag is a big boy and a master baiter --has been for years around here --thing is, it's fun --he enjoys it, and note that his targets learn to, soon enough --
in fak, all yooz folks have very distinctive original styles and given same, mother nature will see to it that friction occurs regular and often --my considered advice is blow it off and forget about it --
and BTW Super Hippy, i bet i was at least as disgraceful a human wreck in Austin's summer of clap --oops i mean love --as you wuz in hashberry's.
besides --not to pull rank on the both of us --but the really kool kidz turned out to have been the kidz in the jungle fighting the commies --as we have since learned was what was really happening, rather than a Pentagon plot to derive demand for the stock.
naw, what we proved (and all this japery is course 'imho') is that acid cannot be fatal no matter how much you eat, and that unless you earn a right to your cynicism, it isn't even cynicism --it's just a stupid, shameful, embarrassingly transparent inflation of a convenience into a virtue-posturing, by kids who lacked even the miserable courage of their pathetic lack of conviction --or, that is, any conviction that might require any resolve.
Oh well. My snapshot was Berserkeley '69-'70 and other times and places, and what most impressed me at Berserkeley was the deepening political divide, with the far left attempting to drag everyone else with them. "Come with me." Sorry. No.Can.Do.
But did Billy Boy and Joanie Phony, neither of whom were prominent in Hashbury '67, share some political and cultural viewpoints in common at one time? Hell, yes. But at one time, Billy Boy wasn't shilling for the Dictatorship of the Proletariat and claiming that Sirhan Sirhan was a "political prisoner." IIRC, Billy Boy was a SNCC guy at one time, something more respectable than shilling for Dictatorship of the Proletariat. Joanie liked the SNCC, I would wager. Dictatorship of the Proletariat: Joanie never went for that.
People changed, people diverged from others.
Buddy: when I was hitching I-35 between Laredo and OKC and points north in the '70s, a poly sci major and pre-law student from San Marcos (SWT) picked me up. He informed me that LBJ, SWT's most famous alum, had been Speaker of the House. [ I can envisage Mr. Sam turning over in his grave upon hearing that news.] Several years later, when I moved to TX, relatives told me that SWT was a big party school. Yeah, I guess so, given what a poly sci major from LBJ's alma mater tells me.
Well, at least that explains why you both capitalized the word "Movement". Berzerkley was on a whole different planet than we were in S.F. Those weren't "hippies" over there, they were "student actvists". We wouldn't have known a left-wing ideologue if it had bit us on the ankle. If we had known that we'd be mixed up with that bunch of loonies forty years down the road, we would have razed the Haight to the ground and moved to Hawaii. I hear the vibrations in the mountains over there are really mystical.
So, a little more Baez? We need something with a little more punch to it, like a few cuts from 'Diamonds and Rust'. For some oldies, 'Prisoner Trilogy'? 'Before the Deluge'?
And did you read my comment in BD's vacation post? This doesn't promise to be pretty. There'll be gratuitous violence and sex and sadistic jokes and maniacal laughter -- and that's just my first post. I don't know the actual vacation dates yet.
Let's just cherish the moments until then.
The Berkeley physics department in Joan Baez's father's time had nothing to do with the freak show that Berkeley later became. Both of my parents were there doing doctoral physics work in the 40s.
Hi, Texie - Nice to see you come to its defense. In its day, Berkeley was the star in the Bay Area's eye. Stanford might have been on a slightly higher academic level (turning out more lawyers, e.g.), but the spotlight was on UCB.
As long as we have a collection of oldsters here, does anyone remember the beatnik movement that took place before the aforementioned madness struck? North Beach part of S.F.? I bought my 12-string guitar (sitting about 10' from me) from a beatnik music shop. It was wild, daddy-o.
Excuse me, Tex.
TX 99: good point about the Physics Dpt. and Berserkeley.
Moreover, UC Berkeley was good, and knew it. Nothing wrong with that.
Some of that high regard rubbed off on those who were not Nobel Prize winning profs. I recall sitting in on a conversation in Berserkeley with two highly accomplished middle aged professionals - not UCB profs- talking about the future. They predicted that in the future, the Bay Area circa 1970 would be seen the way we currently view Renaissance Italy, a prediction that even back then seemed implausible to me.
And they accuse Texans of being regional chauvinists!
Dr.M, I got to North Beach after the beatniks. My memory of North Beach is selling "underground" newspapers on weekend nights in front of the strip clubs. I can still remember the schticks of several of the strip club barkers.
All I remember were the strip joints.
But, then, that's to be expected. :)
But boy, if you don't think "Controlled by her parents until she's a wife/A slave to her husband the rest of her life" didn't make a deep impression on us female types when we were teenagers!
Shoot, you won't cotton to thisn then for sure!
Pooh, "Banks of the Ohio" always has been one of my favorites, in this version or many others. We oppressed females always appreciate songs that expose the seamy underside of male hegemony. "Now we see the violence inherent in the system. Can't you see 'im oppressin' me?"