I was 8 in 1960 and 18 in 1970. I think back to what was probably the most important 10 years of my (anyone's) life and regret that I was living in a strict Roman Catholic family that was really afraid of what would happen to me if I was allowed to participate in the life that was going on all around me. I had the opportunity to go to woodstock, but my parents would not allow it - I still think about it 50 years later and regret that I did not experience it first hand. I am still a hippie at heart but it has been disguised as wife, mother, grandmother, employee and many other things along the way. I have held on to the music of my generation and have passed it to my kids - it still consoles me when all else fails.
Sad to be raised in a strict catholic family, but I think there's no need to disguise the real you. Maybe you should start releasing your real self, little by little, and feel liberated...
Reminds me of this part if a song by a contemporary of yours, Emmylou Harris:
She loved her brother I remember back when
He was fixin up a '49 Indian
He told her 'Little sister, gonna ride the wind
Up around the moon and back again"
He never got farther than Vietnam,
I was standin there with her when the telegram come
For Lillian.
Now he's lyin somewhere about a million miles from Meridian.
At least you weren't eligible for the 'Nam draft .
@lolab Humbly I will try never to think that.
@lolab Love! Love! please don't past tense any of that brilliant generation of artists too early.
Ok, so here is her song for a lover she lost far far too soon.
I would rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham
I would hold my life in his saving grace
I would walk all the way from boulder to Birmingham
If i thought I could see, I could see your face