Amazing!
After the body politic intestinal uproar of 1968, the last year of the 1960s was a short, slight reprieve back into some of the idyllic folly of the early and mid part of the decade, and maybe the last, real hopeful year in American life.
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And so of course the media must remind us of that time, for those lucky enough to be old enough at the time to appreciate it, and for those now who were not yet born in '69, a through the looking glass (darkly) at what it was like.
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Or, sort of.-
The new Life mag 40th anny dose of 1969 is a worthy one, yet from one who lived through that year, it is hard to see how old Charlie Manson makes the lead header, along with Woodstock, and the moon landings.
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Maybe because the the Manson Family murderous freak-out was the only real ugliness carried over from '68, or maybe because editorial thought it would catch the eye?
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In any eventuality, 1969 was so filled with positive wonder that unlike other writing soothsayers I do not believe that the fiasco at Altamont in December of the year
was actually the "end of the 60s."
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Rather, it is doubtful that the "60s" died at all.-
For the popular culture seems to (still) dine out on that decade, and will most
likely do so until the last 60s warrior Baby Boomer is no longer with us.
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Want some tangible proof?
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The Beatles defined the decade not only in music, but in style and attitude.
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And in a couple of months, the Fab's 60s musical output will be re-released on remastered CD and I'd bet that like the 1960s, the releases will fly off the what's left of the record shoppes shelves.
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With out the 60s still being with us, how could that be?
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