The hippie and punk scenes were not all that different. Most folks think hippie culture and punk culture were diametrically opposed, when in fact, they shared many of the same qualities: anti-establishment, rock and roll as religion, radical fashions, hair style as political statement, a sense of being part of an underground community, shaking up the status quo, guerilla theater. Rock and roll was central to both scenes. Is there really a whole lot of difference between the The Seeds, Mothers Of Invention, The Ramones and The Dictators? Or Television, Love, Patti Smith and The Doors. You can segue from The Music Machine right into The Clash without missing a beat. On the socio-political front, some say the hippies were idealists and the punks were nihilists. Ok, in this area, there are some significant differences between the hippies and punks and it boils down to drugs and spirituality. Hippies were into raising consciousness through spiritual paths and psychedelics and getting back to the land. The punk scene was more about booze, harder drugs, urban living and cynicism. But, the punk scene also had it’s Aquarian side, The Clash, Patti Smith and Dead Kennedys were idealists with visions of a better and more just world. Joe Strummer and Jello were once teenage hippies. Patti has always been a hippie. And even The Ramones had dreamed of a world redeemed by rock and roll. And Joey was a teenage hippie hanging in Greenwich village in the Sixties
I’d argue (and I’d be right), that the hippie movement had a more profound and long lasting impact on culture than the punk scene. Both changed rock and roll. But, the hippies changed everything. Some assholes are loathe to admit it it, but hippies pioneered a new consciousness/dialogue that set certain movements into motion: environmentalism, political activism, awareness about what we eat and natural healing, sexual openness, tolerance, new art, new music, computer technology (most of the cats who developed computer technology were acidheads. The 60s changed the way we SEE things. We live in a world that got psychedelicized. You didn’t have to take acid to have been affected by it. Everybody got turned on whether they knew it or not.
Sometimes I write as form of meditation. Trying to understand myself a little better. The route of my feelings. I never really know where it’s gonna end up.
Negative thought patterns form in natural balance with positive ones. In the same way all sunlight casts a shadow, we cannot know the light without its polarity. Those who preach an imbalance hide behind fake smiles, repressing their innermost darkness. Something beautiful and harmless until caged within. Look for example at our celebration of life, combined with the fear of death it will stop us from ever truly living.
All things rise and fall, consisting of peaks and troughs, pulses. On an energetic and atomic scale. Or in the rhythm of a wave, accumulating until it must finally break and crash on the shore.
See, you cannot avoid the fall. The return. Only in stillness can we avoid the polarity. There are some who achieve this stillness, they are present, no echoes or reflections. No tide. Therefore no peaks, no troughs, balance.
But I’m not here for that stillness, not yet. I’ve got much to learn from the rhythm. The ups and the downs, and I guess that’s the fun of it. To be a part of the dance.
And perhaps it’s ignorance, holding on to the temporal. Or perhaps its perfect, to embrace the short pulse of subjectivity before returning to stillness, oneness. To be perfectly human, human for this short ammount of time, with my waves of emotions.
Only in ‘self’ awareness did we fall from grace.
The idea is to live your life in a way that makes you feel lit up. Alive. Full fledged. Beautiful. Know and find what nourishes you inside out, bones to skin and then you build your world from that alone. All else is not part of your revolution; Or your ultimate evolution.