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...As a foot note: these days, our music, movies, TV, ect reflect the Empty place our USA + so many more experience. The natural beauty still exists, yet there is , to me, an empty, purposeless living is survival, yet more 1/6es, trumpist evil & meaness is what we citizens want. I'm glad I'm now age 71 and living soon.I'm so thankful to have live an indescrible time ,full of wonders, integrity, God, and Love and dignity as our norm. Sorry, but that has become obsolete.. Regards, Daniel Carroll Sunset Beach, CA 90742😢

....It was a nice and safer world....The 'movement' was noble, the effects brought out the worst of the, what I call " born bullies" to bring violence to a terrible place...I was14 through 18 yrs old ('67--71)...It was a good time in Boston .

"If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite." is NOT from Aldous Huxley but from English poet William Blake from his book The marriage of heaven and hell. Huxley used it and Jim Morrison was a great admirer of the poetry of William Blake.

I was 16 in 65 and living in SA, where u could catch the hit parade on Springbok Radio (RIP)...great times...

The late 70s band from Cleveland were a perfect example,never mind image,utterly brilliant

There were lots of brilliant acts that were never big because they never looked cool,that's where the best music is,got to dig it out

I'm 65, I still listen to Jimi & Janis, grow my own weed, and I still drop acid now & then. The news of my demise is an exaggeration. 😊❤✌

I'd love to hear what those people slagging him back then have to say for themselves today. They probably all voted for Brexit.

What happened to his girlfriend and the baby?

I don't agree with this narrative characterizing this as a "demise", - baloney! What took place in the 1960s is overall a developmental step for what would come in the 1970s & beyond 9:05 . I am proud of the positive things we did & the music we produced!

What a bunch of nerds, booing change...juz shut up and listen...electric is epic⚡️

Peace and love is what killed the hippies…..

This was the beginning of the collapse of western society . Peace and love my ass .

''...the last of the two Beatles standing...'' Huh?

No Syd=No Pink Floyd, RIP Syd, RIP Rick 🥀

And ... the first song entirely build around one riff, also hugely influencial

Loved The Guess Who! Burton was my 1st crush!

Very good

“ you’ll never get away from the sound of the woman that loved you” I saw them live in concert all members and I remember the feel and energy in the entire crowd when this song started beginning to end and it became immediately my favourite fleetwood Mac song after growing up listening to their records

Very good

@8:26 = You don't know what empirical means.

Where was the interview at the end done? I'd like to hear the whole thing.

The question is unanswered. No "demise" existed. The 70's came about.

Can you imagine how far removed from that was from the black American artists they admired

Music was really good when it was original.

It was too superficial and ultimately greed and Narcissistic driven just like the 🇺🇸 is as a culture.

The focus is on the negative reactions, but listen to the recordings and there is a lot of applause as well. There was a definite vocal minority who saw rock and roll as teeny-bopper music, but that wasn't the whole story.

When these musicians were in Lauren Canyon, the smog was unbelievable. Completely different today. I lived as a boy nearby, in Los Feliz. I still live in Los Feliz today. I can add, that being a photographer of musicians, Brian Wilson still kept a box of beach sand under his piano in his family room, when he lived in Malibu, long after he and Marilyn divorced, I asked to use the bathroom, and I saw it myself.

As seen on previous comments he was doing what Link Ray had already done. But your assertion was the first “hit” song using distortion Link Ray’s song “Rumble“ was not a “hit” at the time since it had been banned from radio. but Ray Davies had certainly heard it.

He was doing what Link Ray had already done.

Johnny Burnett was the first use distortion

By the time news about that scene got around that scene was dying.

There are a lot of things from that era that haven't been dealt with properly. Well, for that matter, from the beginning of time, a lot of things have just been ignored or "escaped from". The past has its way of biting you in the ass. But, it also holds a lot of lessons. And one of them is that Dylan proved that it's easier to digest if you put it in a song. I wrote a poem that I'd like to share with you. AN ILLINOIS BOY Faith comes by hearing, and hearing by the word of God. But without relevancy, a parable may sound a bit odd. Words require a language. So what language do you speak? I think I speak English. But it may come out Greek. If hearing comes by the word of God, then how does the Word come? Since I can't hear yet, then I'd like to see some. I try to be good and walk by faith and not by sight, But if I can't see the Word, then I'll never hear the Light! If I can't hear your book, use an interpreter please. I know the majority rules, but I still don't know Chinese! My only goal is to fill my Soul But how do I stop blundering? So many facts give me cataracts And I'm left in the dust just wondering. Stop the flood and fill the vacancy. All I need is a little relevancy. Roads to pave, but not by slave. Don't miss the connection by blinkin' The Dream of Dreams is not what it seems, So where's the missing Lincoln? (get it? the missing link? and Lincoln's dead? good pun) The slaves are free and I want their joy. So I'll sing the song, "Thank God I'm An Illinois Boy". Oh that poor Helen Keller, no wonder she was a clod. Why can't faith come by feeling (braille) and feeling by the word of God? But whether faith comes by sound, sight or touch, Let the word come, but not by too much. I don't want a flood, but there is a vacancy. All that's really needed is a little relevancy. Earth to God: I don't want to be guilty of blinkin' Would you help me please, to find the missing Lincoln? If I smell something in the air, and God's way is how it goes, Then I'm just hearing God's word in Chinese thru my nose. Jesus used parables and opened many a door. And I think I'll stand on this here metaphor. My only goal is to fill my Soul And to lock out all the blundering. If our noses smell more than roses, (get it? Don't just stop to smell the roses but also the problems.) Then we won't be kept wondering. No more flood and no more vacancy. All we need is a little relevancy. Roads to pave, but not by slave. It's done with a little thinkin'. The slaves are free and so are we. Oh how I love the land of Lincoln! I can live without pretended joy And thank God I'm an Illinois boy. The slaves are free and so are we. I can live with genuine joy. Roads to pave, but not by slave. Thank God I'm an Illinois boy. Yeah, thank God I'm an Illinois boy!

The 60s had a lot going on. Not all in harmony. 1965 was smack dab in the middle. I was 10 years old. A long time ago. But, I still remember it (contrary to that saying, "If you remember it, you weren't there"). I liked a lot of the songs that came from that era. Now, I just happened to write a poem in 2001 that I'd like to share: I wrote this after my mom's funeral. Thoughtful Spirits When the sky is clear, and the stars are bright, And the moon is full, in the dead of night, Take a good friend, for an inspiring walk, To an old graveyard, where spirits talk. Dressed in reverence, so they tolerate you there, You might hear the whispers, that permeate the air. Some of history. Some of dreams. Some of fantasies. And some of their intended legacies. Families & Friends, thru the continuum of time, Imagine life, as past, present, & future align. Where did we come from, and where will we go? And how important, are the things we don't know? In our struggle 'n' strife, to be the best, How important, are all the rest? Other people's lives, influence our being. Is death "moving on", or merely fleeing? If they could do it, all over again and live, What kind of advice, would they begin to give? What is important? And what doesn't matter? Don't ashes-to-ashes, & dust-to-dust just scatter? Will heavenly riches, be available on Earth? Will earthly riches, matter after a "second birth"? What DO we take with us, after we die? A spirit won't need, a pie-in-the-sky. And a spirit doesn't need, a pie-on-Earth, Unless its body, can use its worth. So what has been tried, and what is true? And what is important, on this Earth so blue? Can we take anything with us, as we pass thru? Or must we start over, totally anew? But whether good or bad, all the vibes we've felt, All we can do, is play the cards we're dealt. And all the gravestones, standing like cards in the ground, Are played no more, but still make a silent sound. Invisible ghosts, can be seen in your head, As you try to make sense, of the living dead. But it's easier to make sense, of the dead giving, Than to make sense, of the dying living. So take a good friend, for an inspiring walk, To an old graveyard, where spirits talk. Dressed in reverence, so they tolerate you there, You might hear the whispers, that permeate air.

Being an advocate for both some traditions and some modernization, I wrote this poem I want to share with you. The Modern Columbus There comes a time when your thoughts start thinning. And writer's-block won't let you start by beginning. So I'll try something new, and by doing some pretending, I'll trick my brain, and I'll start by ending. That goal has paid its toll, and now my brain can wander. Free to explore, I'll go some more, A lllooooonnngg way out yonder. I don't have to think out-of-the-box, if there is none. Going to infinity is easy, and might even be fun. There's no time for common-place pretensions. So don't tell me there are no unknown dimensions. I beg your pardon, for not regardin', common practicallity. But it might be cuter, if I take my computer, into criticallity. So now I'll retire, that old beat-up tractor, Latch the rods, and boot-up the high-tech reactor. What was known, now has flown, back into the past. And something grew! All brand new! Now is coming up fast! Faster than the speed of light, I know it must be best. To leave all behind, as far as east is from west. Something new up ahead, and I'm really gaining ground. Oh! you'll never believe what it is that I have found! Like the world, Time has curled, into a revolving globe! What I sent, came back bent. All the data from that probe! Columbus had an idea, and sailed to prove it true. He sought something old, but found something new. But unlike Columbus, all truth be told, I sought something new, but found something old. Try as I might to leave from where I departed, I find myself right back where I started.

Very interesting. I was also looking at posts about forgotten hits of the 60s. I was born in 1955, and music of the 60s was "my first love". There was always a conflict between tradition and "moving on" since life began (even in pre-historic times); a conflict between "what is" and "evolution", or "estasblishment" and "what could be". When this country was born, that conflict manifested itself in the Indian wars. It was brutal on both sides (talk about a culture clash). Mankind still has not found a way to deal with that properly. Want to talk about rebellion and "pushing the envelope" (and forgotten 60s songs)? One major factor is one by John Kongos, He's Gonna Step On You Again. ruclips.net/video/4N2Ul7ll-FM/видео.html. It sounds like a modern Indian war dance (from the 60s). I too struggle with that conflict. I think the Bellamy Bros put it the best in "An Old Hippie" . ruclips.net/video/tJt4v3agH0M/видео.html. That said, I was inspired by the singers/song writers of that era. And, I'd like to share a couple (3) of poems I wrote. But, they have to be in separate posts because it's too long. The Modern Columbus, Thoughtful Spirits, and An Illinois Boy. Before I do, tho, Here's a little joke: A Scientist, A Clown, And A Pastor A scientist, a clown, and a pastor entered a café for breakfast. The scientist got a plate of chemicals, the clown got a poor excuse for food, and the pastor got a plate of "whatever it is". Then they got into a brawl. After it was over, they asked, "What was THAT all about?". The scientist said, "The pastor ate that without any proof that it was food.". The clown said, "You BOTH ate that crap!". Then the pastor said, "Oh, heaven help me.".

Musicians mastered instruments back then. Voice and choreography now rule the day, well oiled by lower IQs.

black music!!!! cant move forward without it

A lot of folks can't cope with having the "doors of perception" opened up all the way all at once. That's why you'd see the pattern, over and over of people taking LSU and then developing drug habits with things meant to shut down perception like downers and heroin.

Link Wray was cutting amplifiers years before the Kinks!

Who is silencing the word "drug" and the types of drugs??

I think that guy talking to the crowd at 18:00 was a person of low intelligence trying to do a good thing. He mispronounced "venereal" (disease) and mentions "gonorrhea" and "the clap" as if they are two different things. At least he's TRYING to do the right thing!

Glad I found this channel! Loved the vid on Laurel Cyn!

Sub becomes norm. I'm so bored.

and its still followed

Laurel Cyn still exists as does the Troubadour

I think everything about the 60s (drugs, rebellion, free love, etc) were mainly due to the children growing up in the 50s and were made into robotic automatons.

Take away amplification then they were stumped

It's all image if you didn't look cool you no chance of selling buckets of vinyl

I was all a manifestation of that ghastly Vietnam War