Too Hip for Woodstock

Too Hip for Woodstock

By Ron Jacobs

... who is too lazy to post a slide show

and ain't into flashy FTP upload software

bells and whistles

for anyone to see.

Besides,

this is a friendly interruption of the usual

PREDICTABLE BULLSHIT EMAILS

No ... just a little trip with a cool song

and some pictures of paradise.

The real deal, from da inside,

my bras and seestas.

I dig doing it like this,

mostly for the way~back~folks

who can dig the first blitzed stoned sessions

laid back chilled out fractured sodden tightly cackling

acid soaked lady horning potheads of Laurel Canyon.

1965.

Doing it in the hills on weekends

with some fine shooters

like Allen Daviau

and Henry Diltz

and Tom Rounds

with hot mid-60s SLRSs,

Armpits hung with hundred-frame 35mm rollers

for "friendly" communal showings at

Me & Lenore's pad

hooked to the the mountainside

big hangover lanai lookin' over the San Fernando Valley.

Later ...

None cooler, right at the top.

Greenvalley summers of love.

Music lifting up through and above

the green pine trees of Mullholland.

Samurai slide/stoned/showings

MMA-vicious, shuffling, focused and hustling

(no one would admit it)

just to impress others, mainly the wahine.

Sixties USDA chicks were the

youngest, loosest, goofiest, hippest, hottest

sweeties of the day, you know?

Sucked into Hollywood primo kind head there.

Being on top makes it Kosher

Yeah any chick that powdered my dick

did it because I was the cool

Jewaiian dude from Waikiki, yeah sure.

Barracked in the Melrose

Boss Boiler Room of Rock and Roll

"Where History Was Played and Made"

Off duty, up from the studios

Coupe DeVilling into winding eucalyptus hills.

Authentic hippies we were,

going nuts with ideas flashed

over bongs and bottles of pure discovery.

On shiny silver screen from Sears

erected on an extractable tripod

supporting vision-triggered flickers

brain-strobing cinematic frames.

Cool. No fucking microchip detritus

ADD in da DNA.

Toxic electron inhalations

Lordy, these kids today.

Remember

when things were better,

we, America,

finer?

It was Old School,

in your facelook

myspace is your space

twitter your clitter.

Lookin' at the mighty blue Pacific

past Kamehameha Highway

Kaneohe Bay, Mokapu, The Marines,

and East, beyond the horizon ...

choomin' for the season to kickoff.

Aloha note me and my mac.

Inspiration: These Are The Days by Van Morrison

For Allen Ginsberg & 1959

Renais "Ratte" Faryar & Ron Jacobs

Photo by Henry Diltz

$25,000 OBO

© 2009 Ron Jacobs

Kane'ohe, O'ahu, Hawai'i

Obama Administration, Day 200

"Cool Head, Main Thing"

THE ONLY PERSON AUTHORIZED TO RECORD THIS WITHOUT PERMISSION IS

MICHAEL C. GWYNNE, Mt. Kisco, NY