march 1967

Thursday, March 23, 1967

  • United States officials announced plans yesterday to move B-52 bombers from Guam to Thailand starting in four to eight weeks. The principal objective is faster response to bombing requests from military commanders in South Vietnam.
  • In Saigon it was reported that nearly 900 enemy soldiers died in the fighting that raged throughout South Vietnam on Tuesday. At the same time, at least 60 American soldiers were killed and more than 250 were wounded. The most significant action took place in the Jungles 70 miles northwest of Saigon, where troops of the Fourth Infantry Division turned back an attack by a Viet Cong regiment 
  • President de Gaulle pledged that France would continue her mission In French Somaliland despite the bloody incidents that followed Sunday’s referendum. The vote, he said, showed that a majority of the population there wanted to remain under the protection of France.
  • The chairman of the Presidential Commission on the Draft said he believed virtually all student deferments were basically unfair and should be abolished. Burke Marshall, the chairman, who is the former civil rights chief of the Justice Department said in Congressional testimony that anyone with sufficient intelligence and means “can beat the draft” as it currently functions.
  • Air pollution from sulphur oxides often exceeds safe levels in virtually all major American cities and many smaller ones, a Government report declared. The report of more than 260 pages was the first nationwide treatment of the subject by the Department of Health, Education and Welfare.

I found this on ebay, it’s 50 years old this month, somebody please buy it and share the “all about him inside”? :D

I assume that it features a pull-out poster of JB. I remember those from when I read Tiger Beat and such.


Happy 50th Birthday, Lauren Helen Graham! (March 16th, 1967) ✨

Life doesn’t often spell things out for you or give you what you want exactly when you want it, otherwise it wouldn’t be called life, it would be called vending machine. It’s hard to say exactly when it will happen, and it’s true that whatever you’re after may not drop down the moment you spend all your quarters, but someday soon a train is coming. In fact, it may already be on the way. You just don’t know it yet.

The Psychedelic Yenta Strikes Again!

Richard Goldstein, The Village Voice, 23 March 1967

The Lovin’ Spoonful may soon find their names anathema to the very underground which nurtured them.

Reports which accuse Zal Yanovsky and Stere Boona of acting as informers in a marijuana bust have been spreading by word of mouth and print. In San Francisco, where the alleged treason took place, one shopkeeper hung a copy of The Hums album near a sign which read “These men are informers.” Also displayed was a supposed court transcript, which cited the two and the group’s manager for aiding the cops.

From the nub event has sprouted a series of half-truths and over-truths. The group is maintaining a strained silence, motivated by an understandable fear of recriminations. But from the lack of forthright explanation, the hearsay has reached mind-manifesting proportions.

From the point of record sales, clamming up is a wise move. But the underground grapevine grows fat on silence. Gossip on the Love Generation can be as vicious and agonizing as a Walter Winchell teaser.

Just last weekend it was announced that a recent police raid of a party which Stones Mike Jagger and Keith Richard attended netted a quantity of “dangerous drugs” and brought rumors of a crackdown on the scene in England. Crackdown is a perpetual state, as Donovan will attest.

These two incidents are the latest in a long list of semi-publicized scandals involving rock groups and drugs. The great untold story in pop is the direct influence of psychedelics on the fabric of modern music. It is virtually impossible to analyze rock today without mentioning drugs, and it is definitely impossible to mention drugs without pointing an unintentionally accusing finger. But subject matter, instrumentation, and especially age can never really be evaluated in depth without referring to the incusive effect of drugs. The fear of bad publicity has created a pernicious press-lingo of hints and euphemisms.

Very soon some top group is going to speak out publicly about their own use and advocacy of drugs. Their admission will inspire suppression and a gleeful waving of banner headlines, but it may just provide the impetus for a needed re-evaluation. Because rock ‘n’ roll has scrapped utterly the notion that acid automatically produces a withdrawn and apathetic cretin. LSD has meant involvement as well as isolation. In its ultimate neutrality, the psychedelic experience provides both the means for inscape, and for profound self-expression. The choice, turned on or straight, is still with the artist.

In pop music, the best people have made this decision: turn on, tune in, do. Only when the scene opens up for real will anyone be able to seriously evaluate this music in print. Until someone has the courage, and perhaps the foolishness, to give an honest accounting, the cops will continue their divide-and-conquer tactic with undue success whenever fame and fortune are at stake. Well meaning men will continue to be pitted against each other. Tragedies will continue to happen. And the only thing that benefits will be the scene, which gnaws at reputation and devours scandal like a juicy tidbit.

Psychedelic yentas still ply their milkbox trade. Love still snickers.


In an interview aired on the SciFi channel in 1997, DeForest Kelley talked about the character of Dr. McCoy and the life he’d chosen in space.

The common thought was, of course, that he had a very unhappy marriage, divorced, with a daughter whose name was Joanna. But he’s a southerner, out of the south and I think he was such an unhappy guy that he joined the service and decided he would abandon what practice he had.”

While this is never stated outright in the series, it informs one of Kelley’s finest performances, in “For The World Is Hollow And I Have Touched The Sky.” 

The groundwork for the episode had been laid in the Star Trek offices by D.C. Fontana and David Gerrold. Both of them had ideas for episodes featuring elements that had appeared in the third-season love story. 

Fontana had written a memo in March of 1967 stating that she was considering “a love story for McCoy which sees him resigning his commission, actually getting married, then tragedy bringing him full circle back to the Enterprise.”  In May of that year, she turned in a story outline entitled “Rachel” that followed that idea.

A few months before Fontana wrote her memo, David Gerrold had sent in a treatment entitled “Tomorrow is Yesterday” (not to be confused with the episode of the same name) about an interstellar ark that was rejected by Gene Coon for being “too big” for the TV series. 

When first-time writer Rik Vollaerts met with Fred Freibeger and pitched the story (which was then centered on Scotty), the executive producer responded to the idea with enthusiasm, seeing it as a synthesis between the various treatments he’d read.

Aware that they needed a good McCoy story for the third season, Freiberger shifted the love story to the good doctor. In an interview by Edward Gross that appears in Captain’s Logs, he said:

“I was trying to spread the material to the other actors. And I wanted to give DeForest Kelley something, because he was always just kind of hanging around without a lot to do. I wanted him to have something a little more solid.”

The idea that a middle-aged man can fall completely in love in just a matter of hours may seem a bit hokey to modern audiences, but Kelley’s abilities as an actor sell it completely. Like “The Empath,” “For The World Is Hollow And I Have Touched The Sky” uses our favorite doctor to his fullest abilities and serves as a highlight on an underbudgeted and underbaked last season for Star Trek


Françoise Paulette Louise Dorléac (21 March 1942 – 26 June 1967)

Both shy and bold. Light, dazzling, but sometimes sad look. Full of contrasts, she was like a twinkling star.  — Patrick Modiano

The problem, for many young actresses, is to make a successful transition from young girl to woman, to switch from juvenile parts to adult ones. Françoise Dorléac, who will always be Framboise Dorléac for me, won’t have those difficulties, for she is a precocious, premature woman, with a constructed face and body, constructed firmly, to last. She is the only young actress who might very conceivably have greater and greater appeal. — François Truffaut


The debut album by The Velvet Underground was released on 12 March 1967 and was almost universally ignored by critics and the record-buying public at the time.

Financed by Andy Warhol (who is listed as the album’s producer, although he had little involvement in the actual recording of the album), the 4-day recording sessions cost between and estimated $1500-$3000 ($10,000 - $20,000 in today’s dollars). While many involved insist that John Cale actually produced the album, Cale credited Tom Wilson.

Due to the controversial (for the time) subject matter of the songs, the label didn’t promote the album, radio station’s wouldn’t play it, and magazines refused to carry ads for it. To add more problems, Eric Emerson, another Warhol Factory member, sued over the unauthorized use of his (upside down) image on the back cover and demanded payment. Instead of settling the suit, all albums were recalled from stores and a black sticker affixed over Emerson’s image until a new cover without Emerson could be printed.

The band ended their relationship with Andy Warhol shortly after the album’s release, fired Nico (although the band continued to write material for her, and play on her solo records), but continue to work with Tom Wilson.