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Journeys, rants and rambles from a pop culture dumpster diver....
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The polyester is now on the endangered species list but small herds still survive in the seaside forests of New Jersey.
Which brings us now to tie-dyed..used to be cool to wear, when you're in you teens in the sixties. Today they are generally worn by those who are over the hill, over the weight limit and they look ridiculous. Like the classic car buff in his early 40's who buys a 57 Chevy to fix up as though it is his past he is resurrecting instead of someone elses as they weren't even born until the 1970's and didn't even have a license until the 1980's!! The Fab Fifties Wannabes...the Sixties are grabbed onto like a life preserver by the Twenty somethings...that's fine but it's not their generation of nostalgia and for the most part think all the Sixties were about were the Beatles and Peace and Love! They forget the assasinations, the Civil Rights hangings and Freedom Bus Rides and Chicago.
Their worship of our era would be similar to our generation in 1965 grabbing a hold of American pop culture in 1925...I don't think Rudy Vallee would have made it to the top of our hit parade. So in reality...all I am doing is "talkin' bout my g..g...g...generation....so tear down your posters of Jimi Hendrix until you understand the times and you finally answer Jimi's question...Are you Experienced?
3-D is making a comeback but it was obnoxious when it first came out and we sat google eyed in theaters. Does anything spell geek more than 3-D glasses? But to a certain degree the glasses were cool..from a geek perspective...kind of made us look like psychedelic Mr. Magoo's. Lava Lamps are back with a vengeance and so is the Mini Cooper. Vinyl is trying to comeback from the sewer of nostalgia that it fell into in favor of CD's which are waning due to MP3's...cries of "get a horse" didn't stem the automobile tide and of course "if man were meant to fly, God would have given him wings.." Screw that...we made our own! Why wait for heavenly divine intervention?
I have learned to live with change...technological and in pop culture...but damn, I do miss Davy Crockett coon skin caps and Beatle boots!
Free Speech Movement
The Savio Salvo
Mario Savio fired the first free speech salvo over the heads of straight America from a verbal cannon on a California campus. Youbetcha...that was the Savio salvo heard 'round the world. That one particular speech galvanized a generation in much the same way as the Howling Ginsberg or the road weary Kerouac did in the era of the Beat Generation, but, few know about this prophetic proselytizer who charged into the free speech battle on the front lines with an arsenal of verbal grenades, along with Mario in the trenches, though on different battlefronts facing off with the "enemy" were the likes of Lenny Bruce, who proclaimed to one and all that "to" is a prepostion, "come" is a verb.
Mario hit the spotlight, center stage in an era that America found itself beginning to shed it's conservative Fab Fifties paranoia of the Red Scare, and the baby boomers were coming of age. The old paranoia's were being transferred from the parents fear of the Red..to the childrens fear of it's own Red, White and Blue. Bob Dylan was blowing folk music magic dust in the wind and Lenny Bruce was a schtick up artist playing bawdy rimshot tits and ass shows in burlesque houses from the Sunset Strip to North Beach in San Francisco. Mort Sahl was urbane, and fired with a single shot to hit it's sociological target while Lenny Bruce used a shotgun blast of profanity to test the limits of endurance..in the end..Sahl was mortified!
Retro backstep to 1958, student activists organized SLATE, a campus political party, to promote the right of student groups to support off-campus issues. In the fall of 1964, student activists who had traveled with the Freedom Riders and worked to register African American voters in Mississippi in the Freedom Summer project, set up information tables on campus and were soliciting donations for civil rights causes. According to existing rules on campus at the time, fundraising for political parties was limited exclusively to the Democratic and Republican school clubs.The yin and yang of the continuing failure of the American two party system to function for the people, of the people and by the people of the land of the Red, White and Screwed. This was further proof of that ongoing malfunction.
There was also the residual air of Red Scare Big Brotherism, as a mandatory loyalty oath was required of the campus faculty, which had led to dismissals and ongoing controversy over academic freedom. (Loyalty to the government to me is treason, loyalty to the "people" is democracy!) In September of 1964, Dean Katherine Towle announced that existing university regulations prohibiting advocacy of political causes or candidates, outside political speakers, recruitment of members, and fundraising by student organizations at the intersection of Bancroft and Telegraph Avenues would be strictly enforced. This particular piece of real estate was until then thought to be city property, not campus property.
The Free Speech Movement (FSM) was a direct result of all these new restrictive and somewhat facist impositions and exploded into a student protest which took place during the 1964β1965 on the Berkeley campu under an informal leadership of a body of activist students. In protests unprecedented at the time, students insisted that the university administration lift the ban of on campus political activities and acknowledge the students' right to free speech and academic freedom.The runaway free speech train was on a non-stop collision course and there was no turning back at this juncture.
Stepping into the spotlight was "true believer" -Mario Savio. Mario was the blue collar son of a Sicilian steel worker, born in New York in 1942. Within 22 years his voice would not only lead a generational movement but his would be the voice that opened the floodgates on an entire body electric called "the free speech movement" letting loose the wild verbal mustangs as they broke out of the corral of formality in Berkeley in 1964.
His podium could be everything from the steps of Sproul Hall on campus to the rooftop of police car. It was an age ripe to rip from it's face the phantoms mask that disguised the "odious operation of the machine!" He was raised a devout Catholic with all it's cathedrals and holy catheters. Mario was involved in the early Civil Rights movement and eventually ended up at Berkeley. Although his activism was activated in the deep south during the era of the fight for civil rights, his super nova protest exploded on the Berkeley campus in October 1964 when former studen Jack Weinberg was manning a table for CORE.
The university cops put Weinberg in a cop car when someone from the surrounding crowd yelled out..."sit down", and Savio along with others began a 32 hour sit in..that's when he hopped atop a cop car and worked the crowd into a frenzy with his speech. But it was December of that year that launched the first real Savio Salvo heard round the world.
That volley was the "Bodies upon the gears" speech to 4,000 assembled on campus..which led to the arrest of Mario and 800 others where Mario proclaimed.."There's a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odiousβmakes you so sick at heartβthat you can't take part. You can't even passively take part. And you've got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels, upon the levers, upon all the apparatus, and you've got to make it stop. And you've got to indicate to the people who run it, to the people who own it that unless you're free, the machine will be prevented from working at all." The Free Speech Movement was now full tilt boogie. Eventually in 1965 Mario quit the FSM as he was disappointed with the growing gab between the leadership of the FSM and the students themselves.
America..democracy...free speech for all... yeah right, no left..yeah, left..it's a reality alright, for all, except those who truly have a voice and can make a loud and clear impact and stir the emotions and jumpstart activism. This country does not mind one iota if you are a mental deficient and can't speak in whole sentences, like most newspaper readers and journalists, but .... but...if you have a voice, a real voice that scream from deep within the well that is you, well, well, if that is you, the FBI is not far behind you waiting for you to bend over before they pounce and gang rape your rights. Forget about soap on a rope in the jailhouse shower your fair game and tasty meat. Savio was "summoned" to the FBI Berkeley office after he had quit FSM. They claimed they had threatening letters that were directed to Mario, but in true Hooverian melodrama refused to speak while Mario's attorney was present. Mario instead criticised the FBI for failure to make arrests and take action in the deep fried southern south where human rights were being violated everyday. The meeting ended faster than early ejaculation.
Mario, was a highly passionate and educated individual who held a variety of jobs. Not all requiring the brain of a rocket scientist. Marriage was in the cards for Mario as well, in 1965 when he married a free speech movement activista and they both bid adieu to Americo, doffing their sombreros to the ghost of Woody Guthrie, and off they went to Jolly Old England.
Mario, it seems had won a scholarship to Oxford. While in England, the Savio's had a son, Stefan, but, things were starting to fall apart for Mario as emotional problems began to surface from the bottom of his pysche's ocean floor, and exact a toll on him. By 1966 the Savio's en masse moved back to the Left Coast and the Peoples Republic of Berkeley.
By 1968, Mario got all mainstream politically and decided to run for state senator from Alameda County on the Peace and Freedom Party ticket, but, lost to one of those pesky wimpy liberal democrats that always screw the skew for die hard activists by diluting the message and cater to the centrists. It's the political equivilent of watering a guys drink down in a bar and charging him full price.
The Free Speech Movement had long-lasting effects, sort of a radical left westie hangover after boys night out on the Berkeley campus and left it's indelible marks as a pivotal moment for the civil liberties movement in America. It was seen as the beginning of the student activism that existed on the campus in the 1960s, and continues to a much lesser degree today..much lesser today, non-existent!. Everything that goes up, however, must come down, or, for every action, there is a reaction.
The reaction this time was a substantial voter backlash against the players involved in the Free Speech Movement. Ronald Reagan, yep, that one, won an unexpected victory in the fall of 1966 and was elected Governor...to the left that was akin to snapping a wet towel against some naked jocks ass in the locker room. Ray-Guns first order of the day was to direct the UC Board of Regents to dismiss UC President Clark Kerr because of the perception that he had been too soft on the protesters. The FBI had kept a secret file on Kerr. Hell, they probably have one on you two. If so, be proud! Besides I don't trust many people who haven't spent time in jail.
Mario, in 1980, decided to return to the ivy vined towers of tweed, wool and
Which brings us now to tie-dyed..used to be cool to wear, when you're in you teens in the sixties. Today they are generally worn by those who are over the hill, over the weight limit and they look ridiculous. Like the classic car buff in his early 40's who buys a 57 Chevy to fix up as though it is his past he is resurrecting instead of someone elses as they weren't even born until the 1970's and didn't even have a license until the 1980's!! The Fab Fifties Wannabes...the Sixties are grabbed onto like a life preserver by the Twenty somethings...that's fine but it's not their generation of nostalgia and for the most part think all the Sixties were about were the Beatles and Peace and Love! They forget the assasinations, the Civil Rights hangings and Freedom Bus Rides and Chicago.
Their worship of our era would be similar to our generation in 1965 grabbing a hold of American pop culture in 1925...I don't think Rudy Vallee would have made it to the top of our hit parade. So in reality...all I am doing is "talkin' bout my g..g...g...generation....so tear down your posters of Jimi Hendrix until you understand the times and you finally answer Jimi's question...Are you Experienced?
3-D is making a comeback but it was obnoxious when it first came out and we sat google eyed in theaters. Does anything spell geek more than 3-D glasses? But to a certain degree the glasses were cool..from a geek perspective...kind of made us look like psychedelic Mr. Magoo's. Lava Lamps are back with a vengeance and so is the Mini Cooper. Vinyl is trying to comeback from the sewer of nostalgia that it fell into in favor of CD's which are waning due to MP3's...cries of "get a horse" didn't stem the automobile tide and of course "if man were meant to fly, God would have given him wings.." Screw that...we made our own! Why wait for heavenly divine intervention?
I have learned to live with change...technological and in pop culture...but damn, I do miss Davy Crockett coon skin caps and Beatle boots!
Free Speech Movement
The Savio Salvo
Mario Savio fired the first free speech salvo over the heads of straight America from a verbal cannon on a California campus. Youbetcha...that was the Savio salvo heard 'round the world. That one particular speech galvanized a generation in much the same way as the Howling Ginsberg or the road weary Kerouac did in the era of the Beat Generation, but, few know about this prophetic proselytizer who charged into the free speech battle on the front lines with an arsenal of verbal grenades, along with Mario in the trenches, though on different battlefronts facing off with the "enemy" were the likes of Lenny Bruce, who proclaimed to one and all that "to" is a prepostion, "come" is a verb.
Mario hit the spotlight, center stage in an era that America found itself beginning to shed it's conservative Fab Fifties paranoia of the Red Scare, and the baby boomers were coming of age. The old paranoia's were being transferred from the parents fear of the Red..to the childrens fear of it's own Red, White and Blue. Bob Dylan was blowing folk music magic dust in the wind and Lenny Bruce was a schtick up artist playing bawdy rimshot tits and ass shows in burlesque houses from the Sunset Strip to North Beach in San Francisco. Mort Sahl was urbane, and fired with a single shot to hit it's sociological target while Lenny Bruce used a shotgun blast of profanity to test the limits of endurance..in the end..Sahl was mortified!
Retro backstep to 1958, student activists organized SLATE, a campus political party, to promote the right of student groups to support off-campus issues. In the fall of 1964, student activists who had traveled with the Freedom Riders and worked to register African American voters in Mississippi in the Freedom Summer project, set up information tables on campus and were soliciting donations for civil rights causes. According to existing rules on campus at the time, fundraising for political parties was limited exclusively to the Democratic and Republican school clubs.The yin and yang of the continuing failure of the American two party system to function for the people, of the people and by the people of the land of the Red, White and Screwed. This was further proof of that ongoing malfunction.
There was also the residual air of Red Scare Big Brotherism, as a mandatory loyalty oath was required of the campus faculty, which had led to dismissals and ongoing controversy over academic freedom. (Loyalty to the government to me is treason, loyalty to the "people" is democracy!) In September of 1964, Dean Katherine Towle announced that existing university regulations prohibiting advocacy of political causes or candidates, outside political speakers, recruitment of members, and fundraising by student organizations at the intersection of Bancroft and Telegraph Avenues would be strictly enforced. This particular piece of real estate was until then thought to be city property, not campus property.
The Free Speech Movement (FSM) was a direct result of all these new restrictive and somewhat facist impositions and exploded into a student protest which took place during the 1964β1965 on the Berkeley campu under an informal leadership of a body of activist students. In protests unprecedented at the time, students insisted that the university administration lift the ban of on campus political activities and acknowledge the students' right to free speech and academic freedom.The runaway free speech train was on a non-stop collision course and there was no turning back at this juncture.
Stepping into the spotlight was "true believer" -Mario Savio. Mario was the blue collar son of a Sicilian steel worker, born in New York in 1942. Within 22 years his voice would not only lead a generational movement but his would be the voice that opened the floodgates on an entire body electric called "the free speech movement" letting loose the wild verbal mustangs as they broke out of the corral of formality in Berkeley in 1964.
His podium could be everything from the steps of Sproul Hall on campus to the rooftop of police car. It was an age ripe to rip from it's face the phantoms mask that disguised the "odious operation of the machine!" He was raised a devout Catholic with all it's cathedrals and holy catheters. Mario was involved in the early Civil Rights movement and eventually ended up at Berkeley. Although his activism was activated in the deep south during the era of the fight for civil rights, his super nova protest exploded on the Berkeley campus in October 1964 when former studen Jack Weinberg was manning a table for CORE.
The university cops put Weinberg in a cop car when someone from the surrounding crowd yelled out..."sit down", and Savio along with others began a 32 hour sit in..that's when he hopped atop a cop car and worked the crowd into a frenzy with his speech. But it was December of that year that launched the first real Savio Salvo heard round the world.
That volley was the "Bodies upon the gears" speech to 4,000 assembled on campus..which led to the arrest of Mario and 800 others where Mario proclaimed.."There's a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odiousβmakes you so sick at heartβthat you can't take part. You can't even passively take part. And you've got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels, upon the levers, upon all the apparatus, and you've got to make it stop. And you've got to indicate to the people who run it, to the people who own it that unless you're free, the machine will be prevented from working at all." The Free Speech Movement was now full tilt boogie. Eventually in 1965 Mario quit the FSM as he was disappointed with the growing gab between the leadership of the FSM and the students themselves.
America..democracy...free speech for all... yeah right, no left..yeah, left..it's a reality alright, for all, except those who truly have a voice and can make a loud and clear impact and stir the emotions and jumpstart activism. This country does not mind one iota if you are a mental deficient and can't speak in whole sentences, like most newspaper readers and journalists, but .... but...if you have a voice, a real voice that scream from deep within the well that is you, well, well, if that is you, the FBI is not far behind you waiting for you to bend over before they pounce and gang rape your rights. Forget about soap on a rope in the jailhouse shower your fair game and tasty meat. Savio was "summoned" to the FBI Berkeley office after he had quit FSM. They claimed they had threatening letters that were directed to Mario, but in true Hooverian melodrama refused to speak while Mario's attorney was present. Mario instead criticised the FBI for failure to make arrests and take action in the deep fried southern south where human rights were being violated everyday. The meeting ended faster than early ejaculation.
Mario, was a highly passionate and educated individual who held a variety of jobs. Not all requiring the brain of a rocket scientist. Marriage was in the cards for Mario as well, in 1965 when he married a free speech movement activista and they both bid adieu to Americo, doffing their sombreros to the ghost of Woody Guthrie, and off they went to Jolly Old England.
Mario, it seems had won a scholarship to Oxford. While in England, the Savio's had a son, Stefan, but, things were starting to fall apart for Mario as emotional problems began to surface from the bottom of his pysche's ocean floor, and exact a toll on him. By 1966 the Savio's en masse moved back to the Left Coast and the Peoples Republic of Berkeley.
By 1968, Mario got all mainstream politically and decided to run for state senator from Alameda County on the Peace and Freedom Party ticket, but, lost to one of those pesky wimpy liberal democrats that always screw the skew for die hard activists by diluting the message and cater to the centrists. It's the political equivilent of watering a guys drink down in a bar and charging him full price.
The Free Speech Movement had long-lasting effects, sort of a radical left westie hangover after boys night out on the Berkeley campus and left it's indelible marks as a pivotal moment for the civil liberties movement in America. It was seen as the beginning of the student activism that existed on the campus in the 1960s, and continues to a much lesser degree today..much lesser today, non-existent!. Everything that goes up, however, must come down, or, for every action, there is a reaction.
The reaction this time was a substantial voter backlash against the players involved in the Free Speech Movement. Ronald Reagan, yep, that one, won an unexpected victory in the fall of 1966 and was elected Governor...to the left that was akin to snapping a wet towel against some naked jocks ass in the locker room. Ray-Guns first order of the day was to direct the UC Board of Regents to dismiss UC President Clark Kerr because of the perception that he had been too soft on the protesters. The FBI had kept a secret file on Kerr. Hell, they probably have one on you two. If so, be proud! Besides I don't trust many people who haven't spent time in jail.
Mario, in 1980, decided to return to the ivy vined towers of tweed, wool and
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