People don’t remember how hard you had to work to be a hippy. I recall going into Ward’s Folly in 1968 and seeing the “hipper than thou” English sales clerks putting the suburban wannabes in their proper places. Instead of Quicksilver Messenger Service or some other purveyors of West Coast psychedelic dreck, the clerks cued up a 45 of James Brown’s “There Was A Time” over and over again, camel-walking behind the counter in their impossibly tight bells. What cognitive dissonance! The Ardmore kids would slink away with the body shirts and sashes they purchased, and sometimes leave without their girlfriends. You had to realize that, back then, a guy with long hair and a British accent was always going to beat your time.

Yes, it was the Age of Peace, Love, and Competition. I remember going to the Electric Factory and seeing the Jeff Beck Group (fronted by an unknown Rod Stewart). The opening act was Alvin Lee and Ten Years After (before Woodstock). Each band had its own claque of fans. Alvin Lee’s fans would sit on their hands when Jeff Beck played, and vice versa.

And don’t get me started on the one-upmanship of rock festivals. I had friends who treated their Woodstock tickets as medieval relics, unwrapped only to impress the ladies. These Lotharios referred to the tickets as a License to Drill.

By the way, what did “The Horse You Rode In On” sell?

I had a young lady help me with my new bell bottom fit. She checked the crotch to see if they were to tight. I couldnt believe it! I thought these hippy chicks are really cool...lol. Maybe she did it to make the english snob pissed off.
We were in the middle of riots here after MLK got it, so I never got quite mellow enough to find that peace and love thing they all talked about.
I'm sure it was alot different for Burb guys than us inner city guys.
"horse you rode in on"? don't know.

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There was a Samson Village in the Northeast. Wasn't sure if that's the one you guys meant. It was on the same locale as a club called The Scene. All over at Harbison and the Boulevard.

Anyone remember Urban Guerilla? Late 70's or maybe even very early 80's.
It was down in Olde City. Men's clothes I believe at first. Up on Market was that Shirt Corner. Eventually all four corners of 3rd, and Market had some type of clothing/shoes stores.

Ack! I remember D'Scene! We used to go to the "under 21" dances they had there on Sunday nights. Talk about psychedelic...they had this cool dance floor that lit up under your feet. A blast from the past...

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The Village was on Samsom St. between 20th and 21st.

I saw some great acts at The Bijou (just off broad and Locust) but the best by far was Soupy Sales!

You mean like the one in Brooklyn from Saturday Night Fever?

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WHYY pays their CEO $750,000 a year. So WHYY should I renew my membership? Seems they have no problems finding money and spending it unwisely.


And this is why you should donate to PACCA, not PETA:

In September, PETA made headlines in Vermont and across the nation for asking Ben & Jerry's ice cream to use human breast milk in their ice cream, instead of cow milk

What's more embarassing about the 70s?

Your parents learning how to disco.

After you check out that film, look at this one.

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WHYY pays their CEO $750,000 a year. So WHYY should I renew my membership? Seems they have no problems finding money and spending it unwisely.


And this is why you should donate to PACCA, not PETA:

In September, PETA made headlines in Vermont and across the nation for asking Ben & Jerry's ice cream to use human breast milk in their ice cream, instead of cow milk

My parents were actually very good at disco dancing. *Sigh* Too bad it couldn't keep 'em together.

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Backup yunguns, you guys are just flying past the early 70's. I'm talking pre disco. Of course back then, in pop culture, three months was like three years.