sixties | sixties
Dec.23.2010
Imagine you’re the DJ for a monster party celebrating your crazy life during the 1960s – the Beatles and Stones, the summer of love, the Vietnam War. What 100 songs would you play to bring it all back home? I’ve started the list below – tell me what hits I’m missing?
The background, and a few...
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Sep.01.2010
It was forty years ago, September 18, that arguably the greatest electric guitarist to ever live, Jimi Hendrix, passed away. His legacy as an innovative genius is not in question. But when Hendrix archivist-author Steven Roby offered me the chance to co-write a biography of Jimi's developmental...
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May.19.2010
I am 10 years old and attending a convent boarding school in Dorset, England in the mid-sixties. I am an American girl, one of two or three in a world of about 250 uniformed girls ages 8-18 and 22 black-and-white-sheathed nuns ages 25ish-100ish. We live in what was once someone’s manor home – the...
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Apr.17.2010
In the summer of 1967 (and for part of the summer of ’68) I worked part-time at an East Village store on 10th Street called Paranoia. What had started out as a hangout (a college friend’s cousin owned the place) turned into employment. There were four rooms: the front room, which contained...
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Feb.26.2010
As many of you know, I direct of Bottom Dog Press, an independent small literary publisher from the Midwest. Age...over 60, so I was around during the turbulent 1960's and early 1970's...in fact was teaching at Kent State University when the shooting occurred. So when I received a big 400 page...
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Aug.02.2009
Science has been under attack for a while now. First, by the back-to-the-earth crowd of the Sixties. I remember one encounter between novelist James Michener and a campus radical of those heady days. The youth was excoriating science in general for everything from napalm to Teflon-lined skillets....
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Apr.16.2009
I usually wandered down Patpong when we finished our gig at the Bacchus around midnight, dropping in on other bars and clubs to catch their entertainment.
One night, a short, hawk-nosed Swiss traveler sat down next to me at the bar and ordered a beer. His name was John Dornbierer, he was a free-...
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Apr.15.2009
The Peace Corps Thailand Handbook was clear about “outside income.”
You were expected to live strictly on what Peace Corps paid you – $82 a month . Food, clothing, entertainment, transportation, photography, gifts and souvenirs all had to come out of your $2.75 a day allowance. No money from Mom...
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Apr.14.2009
The first broadcast of “Meet Mr. Maitri” was an embarrassing comedy of errors.
The tiny television studio was crowded with actors, light and microphone crews, Peace Corps Volunteers, Bangkok Municipality staffers, a studio-supplied floor manager and me. The Municipality couldn’t afford to book...
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Apr.11.2009
Sterling loved the stories and the photos.
I even earned a bonus check. Sterling had spent a year stringing for Time magazine in Paris and sold the French rights to my Luang Prabang piece to the French weekly magazine Minute. We split the $150. I cashed the francs into baht and banked them in my...
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