Wow, The Brothers Four. Forgot this one. Thanks. The Antiwar sentiment runs deep in American folk music. Unfortunately, not exactly paralleled in the society at large.
I witnessed the 'Flower Generation'... For a brief time, love, or its embracing aura, was truly in the air... The 2 finger salute reigned, and peace was almost on horizons. When the reality of some human conditions returned however, the flowers wilted, never to blossom ever since, with hippies the newest banking CEOs.
Fuck the flowers and the bankers. Fortunately, a few of us never fucking sold out. Maybe only 5 or 10 percent, sadly; but one must get one's inspiration where it survives; otherwise the hopelessness reigns complete. But to both of you: beware group generalizations. They are always inaccurate.
When the flower people and hippies had children, and a mortgage, many saw no alternative but to cave in. Independence works for awhile, but not for long when the temperatures outside are freezing and the children need food.
One day I called the ministry of Lands and Forests in Canada where we lived and talked with an agent from that office. Although I knew what the answer would be, I asked nevertheless, "Was there a piece of free land available where one could build a home in British Columbia". The answer was quick... " You don't think we're going to give you free land do you"?
The point is that the agent was not among the one percent, but from the ranks of the 99%. It wasn't the answer that was revealing as much as the authority WE figure behind it.
Wow, The Brothers Four. Forgot this one. Thanks. The Antiwar sentiment runs deep in American folk music. Unfortunately, not exactly paralleled in the society at large.
It and the hippie generation grew up at around the same time as Vietnam
Just my guess
I witnessed the 'Flower Generation'... For a brief time, love, or its embracing aura, was truly in the air... The 2 finger salute reigned, and peace was almost on horizons. When the reality of some human conditions returned however, the flowers wilted, never to blossom ever since, with hippies the newest banking CEOs.
Fuck the flowers and the bankers. Fortunately, a few of us never fucking sold out. Maybe only 5 or 10 percent, sadly; but one must get one's inspiration where it survives; otherwise the hopelessness reigns complete. But to both of you: beware group generalizations. They are always inaccurate.
When the flower people and hippies had children, and a mortgage, many saw no alternative but to cave in. Independence works for awhile, but not for long when the temperatures outside are freezing and the children need food.
One day I called the ministry of Lands and Forests in Canada where we lived and talked with an agent from that office. Although I knew what the answer would be, I asked nevertheless, "Was there a piece of free land available where one could build a home in British Columbia". The answer was quick... " You don't think we're going to give you free land do you"?
The point is that the agent was not among the one percent, but from the ranks of the 99%. It wasn't the answer that was revealing as much as the authority WE figure behind it.