Thursday, December 9, 2010

Twenty years . . .

Every human being has defining moments, and defining experiences, and defining periods of time .  .  .  So many people wish to be able to go back, to be younger, to be that fresh faced twenty-five year old again  .  .  . 

If the Archangel Gabriel taps me on the shoulder and says, Hey Snake, wanna be twenty years younger?  We can make it happen!  All you have to say is, Yes .  .  .

Would I do it?  Would ol' Snake want to take twenty off the top?  In a nanosecond, NO .  .  .  I don't want to be anything but what I am, and where I am, and WHEN I am,  because .  .  .  Life is beautiful baby!  

With twenty years gone, that would mean I'd miss the 60's .  .  . The SIXTIES!!  Truly, the decade that most defines where we are right now as a society, and as a world .  .  .  The 60's turned everything on its head .  .  .  Again and again .  .  .  

The great promise of 1960 .  .  .  The upheaval of 1969 .  .  .  And everything in between .  .  .  The Kennedys, Martin Luther King, civil rights, Jim Brown, Selma, the Mick,  Motown music, Vietnam, the Beatles, Nikita Khrushchev, the Yankee dynasty ending, the Six Day War, TM, Moshe Dayan, assassinations, Sandy Koufax, Cuban missile crisis, bomb shelters, Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, Timothy Leary, Guess Who's Coming to Dinner, Tony C, my first girlfriend in the 4th grade, Joe Willie Namath, the Berlin Wall, Fidel Castro, Rolling Stones, the summer of love, the Rat Pack, Mississippi burning, Maharishi Mahesh Yogi, flowers in your hair, acid, Johnny U, San Francisco in '67, Charles Manson, Abbey Road, Ed Sullivan, Marilyn Monroe, man on the moon in '69, Let It Bleed, Pierre Trudeau, Mrs. Robinson, the Doors .  .  .  The list is endless!  What decade it was, and I was lucky enough to see it all .  .  .

To my mind, the single ongoing event that galvanized a generation in that decade was the Vietnam War, and it did it worldwide .  .  .  And the song that has become attached to it, rightly or not, is The End, beautifully and brilliantly and disturbingly used by Francis Ford Coppola in Apocalypse Now .  .  .

Peace and love .  .  .

Until next time .  .  .  Ciao!! 

1 comment:

Green Eyed Frenchy said...

I was too smal to understand all that was happening, but would give one week of my life to be able to travel in time. Yes, Woodstock, the Beatles, The Rolling Stones, the Doors, and so many others... The Vietnam war. I was in Vietnam last year, visited the War Remnant Museum in Ho Chi Minh City (former Saigon), so poignant. What a cruel waste this war was! They still have very vivid memories 25 years later.