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Pastimes : God Bless George Harrison -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Lost1 who wrote (72)	12/1/2001 11:08:03 PM
From: Peach	Read Replies (6) \| Respond to of 126

Lost1, I'll try. I can only speak for my circle of friends, perhaps 20 of us. It was a simpler time than now. People talk about the wild 60s and rock and roll and free love. We didn't feel wild. We loved music and concerts and dressing up in outrageous outfits and loved one another. The Beatles songs talked a lot about love and peace. Every night the news was about Vietnam for many years. We hated the war and had all lost people we loved in that horrible war. I think we escaped that harsh reality by being lost in the music. At Woodstock when Country Joe and the Fish sang about Vietnam we screamed and tears ran down out cheeks. And when Jimi played The Star Spangled Banner we did the same. It is very hard to explain the love we felt for one another. It sounds hokey now, I guess. We were united, we thought we would save the world and there would be peace. I remember giving The White Album to a couple for a wedding gift... it was their favorite wedding gift. I remember when the Sgt. Pepper album came out a couple of my friends brought me a copy as a gift. We lit candles, burned incense, and listened to the entire album in silence. It blew our minds, it was different, the beginning of a change and oh, so beautiful. I remember going to a small auditorium in Dallas to see Cream. A very young Eric Clapton stood stiff as a board. His hair was very long, half-way down his back. His body never moved, but his fingers were a blur on the guitar. We were in the Dallas area, land-locked. We never got to go to the Fillmore East or the Fillmore West, but we were there in spirit. We wanted to be in San Francisco for "The Summer of Love." I was a high school art teacher. I seriously considered quitting my job and going to San Francisco. The first Earth Day I called in sick and went to Lee Park with my friends and heard The Velvet Underground, then went to a Blacklight Club on Cole Avenue. We were very, very happy that day and vowed to save the earth. Bob Dylan was most important to us. His words changed our lives. We loved the Beatles more than the Rolling Stones, but not by much. And The Jefferson Airplane and all the others. Many trips were started by listening to Magical Mystery Tour or Yellow Submarine. We would plan them with music. Remember those old stereos allowed us to stack albums. It killed us when the Beatles broke up. Hell, it killed us when the 60s ended. I had a New Year's party at my house that night... it was incredible. Martin Luther King had been killed, and Bobby Kennedy. Nixon was about to break the heart of the nation in coming years. And the war was still on. Many rock stars had died and more were about to. We knew in our hearts that the 70s would never be the same. After the Beatles broke up I followed their individual careers. I was getting more into meditation so George's path was particularly interesting to me. I remember his Concert for Bangladesh and have the box album of that event. Although we haven't changed the world to any great extent, somehow I find comfort in the fact that others may still have this love in their hearts (as I do). The people who have posted on this thread appreciate George and the message he lived to give. I don't know if this is what you wanted, just a bunch of disjointed thoughts. I'm no great writer. Norma