Susan remembers. “Oh boy, I was never the same ever again!” she laughs.
“It was March, I believe, when I got there in ’67 and flowers were blooming
all over Golden Gate park.
Bands were popping up unexpectedly, and people were expressing love, you know, unabashedly.”
Susan wants to dispel the impression – made by some blogs that she has basically just stayed there busking ever since.
In fact, she has been all-over, treading a singular path of acute highs and lows after going on the run from the reactionary forces that rose up and crushed a decade of youthful optimism.
Full of noteworthy resilience and hardship, This World
Out of This World it’s like a realworld Forrest Gump, if that wasn’t such a horrible and impossible notion.
“I met and common law-married another hippy who was hiding from the draft, This World so that was Joel, Joel Dunsany.”
Her voice is reverent and a little cracked – he died last year.
“So we went underground, destroyed our IDs and lived in a cave for a time, and ended up in Boston.”
Meanwhile all around them, Out of This World the dream of a cultural and political renaissance was burning down fiercely.
“We were at least under the illusion that people were listening and that we
were having a huge impact on the world, that love and peace was right
around the corner. Uh,”
she sighs. “It didn’t turnout that way… a few years later resignation set in, and disappointment,
bitter disappointment… that the Vietnam War just carried on and on and on and other wars were popping up.
It seemed like these very small vestiges of the hippy culture remained and most of them were incorporated into commercialisation.”
Case in point was the “downtown, schlepping world” of the very squaresounding 1970s Boston, MA.
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