Flower Power..bring back the 60s + 70s!

Have been listening to Hold Me Closer (from the Almost Famous soundtrack) for the last few hours.. on repeat.

Dunno why, listening to this song, transports me to another time & place.

You know, THAT era..of records..of bands..of floppy hair..confused ppl..the vague smell of dope..trousers that taper in at the knees and flare out at the ankles..big sunglasses..

of morrison..of hendrix..of rolling stones..of mick jagger..of that show the banger sisters with susan sarandon and goldie hawn..of that almost famous show with kate hudson..of groupies..

of london and how it must have been like..of the backstreets of melbourne's suburbs..of brunswick street..or fitzroy street...where the ppl are still dressed in gypsy clothes, where time looks like it has stood still..where i can still find decent records shops..and guys who work in there who are passionate about music.. where i can talk to them for hours about led zeppelin, pink floyd, hendrix, dire straits, cream, and the deftones..and where ppl are generous and gave me some free rolling stones + morrison + beatles posters...and where i bought an original CD (the beatles' sg pepper's lonely hearts club band) at AUD$5..a RIDICULOUSLY discounted rate which they mights well have given it to me for. unfortunately, as with much of my stuff, that CD got lost during my move back from melbourne to kl (old house) and subsequently from old house to new house.

i think if i lived then, i would definitely grow a moustache n run off to nepal or kathmandu yea, take in some dope, and see wat happens.. perhaps i would ruin my entire life...i might go to liverpool, immerse myself in the culture there, run off to tokyo, meet a japanese girl, study liberal arts, struggle to make ends meet, but have the time of my life, and when the world continues to advance n march on, i could either grow up, mellow, settle down n face reality, or, travel to kathmandu n remain there til today, clutching onto the vague dope filled memories of the hippie days long gone by.

wat a time to be alive...must have been incredibly romantic as well..can u imagine our parents being young then? being alive then? the antics they would have gotten up to? ppl of certain age groups all act the same, regardless of what generation.

i note that i have a dangerous tendency to fantasize about running from real life, a tendency to think of other possibilities, to dream, to think about what i could be doing. perhaps its safer if i took our parents route - less choice than today: grab a job, stick with it. i must stifle such inclinations of mine...and stick to what pays the bills. creativity? imagination? passion? curiosity? idealisms?

huh wat r u talking about!?