Crazy Like Me?
Folkies were avid folk music junkies into alternative and bohemian lifestyles. We were not Hippies.
I’ve gathered together some of my memories. There are few stories of the great, except by reflection.
Just as in a grand opera the stage is flooded with people. Only a few are stars. But the rest of us also have our stories and those are the ones I choose to tell.
Kept Man
Kept man. Now there’s a descriptor that you wouldn’t generally associate with yours truly. Up until the seventies, I was rail thin. I also had what would be described today as an unruly shock of hair that resembled an anime hairdo. I got up in the morning and ran my fingers through it, and that was it. I was always hungry and either buried in a book or practicing guitar.
Well spent
Funny, isn’t it how you remember where you were at certain times. You recollect right down to the greasy calf D-ringed engineer boots on your feet, going clump, clump, clump on the stage. You can recall in great detail the set list taped to the top of the guitar and how you wished they’d killed all but the single spot you’d requested.
Hitchhikers Guide, Vol 6, June 1968 issue
Contrary to uninformed opinion among Brothers of the Road, it is not all blue skies and easy riding out there. There are occupational hazards to being on the road that are not obvious.
Hitchhikers Guide To The Lower Forty Eight, June 1967, edition
How important is it to avoid hitching a ride at a toll booth? Maybe not myriad, but a very important few.
Party Time
The Monk looked at the Teahouse of the August Moon and stated, “pareidolia, seeing a pattern or image that is not there. A psychological phenomenon not uncommon in inebriates.
Originality
It was perhaps ten PM. Sitting in the back of the coffeehouse Rienzi, my girlfriend practiced her version of “A High flying Bird”
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Louis N. Carreras, Woodcarver 