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You could say that it was an early form of "dorming." A large number of guys share an apartment. In the language of the day, we called it a pad. The living room sometimes looked like a crazy quilt of bedding as people arrived and departed for other locations within a week or two. Going …
Jotting down the first thing that came to our mind was a game we used to play back in the 1960's. At about 9 in the evening, after the first couple of marijuana joints, we needed something to tee off the rest of the evening. Someone would take the sheet of paper and jot down …
Names are a touchy subject for me. I had a performing name when I was a second-rate folksinger in the sixties.
This is a Flashback Friday post from the days a few years ago when we were under a Covid lockdown:
Being an active Folkie in the 1960s, I get asked if I was at Woodstock occasionally. For the record, I categorically deny ever having been anywhere near Woodstock during that festival.
The Kingston Trio is responsible for my time in Greenwich Village, assorted dis-epitomable bistros around the States and Canada, numerous barrooms, and many parks and living rooms for sing-ins.
Scene? As in making the scene? Digging the scene or maybe splitting the scene? These were essential parts of my life at one point.
Vivid flashbacks are something to avoid.
So you've made the big decision to see the opposite coast. Congratulations. Now comes the big choice. How?
On the outside, there I was, scruffy mid-length hair, blue jeans, with Galouise French cigarettes cuffed in the rolled sleeve of the T-shirt. I lived out of a backpack, always had a guitar, and sang a long list of blues and salacious ditties.Â
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