A good book is the best of friends, the same today and forever.

A good fame is better than a good face.

That is a sharp looking cover. We know you can write and Russell can photo-document, so the package must be superlative.

Dissection of the anomalous 60s is always pleasurable. For me, the Ben Fong Torres article in Rolling Stone was among the best contemporary jounalism at that tiem. A real slap in the face. I always knew there was a good reason I HATE the Hells Angels.

Well, Russell can write too. Take it from me.

the only reason you hate the hells angels is cause your to ugly and we wont sleep with you.

looking forward to the book... Hey G, what do you think you forgot about the 60s?

Monkeys...I likes them.

A little perspective on the Angels at Altamont:

They were hired to provide security for the concert -- a poorly-planned nightmare of an event held in a terrible site, and hosting about 400,000 stoned/drunk/crazy people. Outnumbered by something like 5,000/1, and prevented from easy movement or communication by an immense sea of flesh, I can understand (though not necessarily excuse) why they overreacted -- especially when you consider that they were paid for their services in *beer*, and drank their wages before embarking on their duties.

As for Meredith Hunter's death -- when this obnoxious speed freak was confronted by the HAs about the fact that he'd spent the entire concert threatening random people, he responded by unholstering a *loaded .357 Magnum* in the middle of a dense crowd, and pointing it at the Angels (check the footage in GIMME SHELTER). One of the HAs stabbed him to death; the killing was later ruled a Justifiable Homicide, given the circumstances.

Again -- not to justify the Angels' excesses, but given the task of handling a half-million intoxicated people squeezed into a giant junkyard, how well would we and eighty-odd of our friends have performed?

Having worked security at large festivals (not as large as Altamont!) I'm sympathetic to Mungo's description of what happened. I can't speak for the HAs, but in my case, we were just trying to get everyone out of there alive and healthy.

Congrats! Can't wait to see it

Altamont?
You old goat.
Looking forward to reading it. That is a snappy looking cover.

What a load of narcissistic garbage! While all of this may seem very orgasmically nostalgic to you cankered old farts, it looks to me like nothing more than a lot of Marcuse's baby boomers taking advantage of their parents' post-WWII indulgence.

I see in these pictures children who are now my parents generation, who gave us no legacy at all but expect us to ensure their ability to "day trip" right into their own viagrian valhalla.

Hey 30something, you come here often? You sound a little bitter.

Know your enemy, darlin'. Your enemy has been promising you "hope" and "change" for a portion of grain you'll be receiving in exchange for your life's work. Your kids and their kids too.

Nostalgic? Yeah - let's all sing together now...
"America, America, God shed His grace on thee..."

Congrats!

Waaahhhhh ! ! ! ! '30something is mad at us!

GROUP HUG!

Hey, dude, YOUR generation bought the whole Aquarian Age thing hook, line & sinker. Talk about a self-indulgent generation.

Also, for the record, you have the respondents here confused with a different segment of ex-hippie boomers who never really changed. What you see here are reflections on a past we don't want to see repeated. The other thing is, plenty of 'boomers missed out on the collective acid trip of the "60's" to lead steady lives.

Looks to be a good read. I remember when I first saw the movie, "Gimme Shelter" when it was first released... I loved the music and just marveled at the crowd of my contemporaries. Now when I watch the movie, I still love the music, but I see the unkempt, drug-addled, self-indulgent dregs of my generation. Granted, most pulled themselves out of their personal nosedives and have gone on to live productive lives, but Altamont is no shining, proud moment.

All my friends went but I was getting such bummer vibes I stayed home and listened to what I could on the radio. Tom Donahue I think. Or was that the other station?

Ah. The Angels. I got to know a lot of them through GG Witch. Listed that way in the phone book. Angel Albert used to be a regular in my living room. On Webster Street about a half block up from Telegraph. He liked my custom made light shows (I am an electronics freak) and used to sit in my best chair and consume all the consumables. As long as he got what he wanted (or you were actually and really out) he was not too bad. But no one EVER crossed him.

Ah. The memories.

I'm concerned about Arthurstone.

He's my pet troll. A very strange lad that we hope will find the right blend of medication soon.

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