Fifty years since boomers were young

We love looking back. Our boomer generation 50 years ago set a new tone. Or was it set for us? Seattle’s Ron Gompertz, author of Life’s Big Zoo, fondly lives in The Endless 50th. With a lot more 50ths to come.

The 50th anniversary of Sergeant Peppers reminds us that from now on, it will always be the 50th anniversary of something that makes us feel older.

2017 is the year when 1967 appears in the 50-year rearview mirror. Our hindsight may be rose-colored, but my images of the time seem to have the contrast set high.

In ’67, an American probe landed on the moon. A Soviet cosmonaut died on re-entry. Muhammed Ali lost his title when he refused to serve in the Army. Participation in anti-war demonstrations began counting in the tens of thousands. Days after the Beatles’ masterpiece hit in psychedelic swaths of Peter Max color, the Six Day War in the Middle East brought us to the edge of oblivion. On the second day of the now-seminal Monterey Pop Festival , China successfully tested its first H-bomb.

The Summer of Love in San Francisco was midwifed by upheaval everywhere else.

1967 – The Summer of Love. The Charlatans perform at Golden Gate Park in San Francisco.
Photo by Jim Marshall.

With the birth of music festivals, growing protest movements, and a realization that adults weren’t doing such a great job shepherding the planet, the post-war generation— that’s us, baby boomers— became self-assured and self-aware. We tasked ourselves with nothing less than saving the world. (Good news: we did. Bad news: it’s still a mess.)

“Race riots,” a term we wouldn’t use now, broke out in frustration with poverty, discrimination, and police brutality in the ghettoes that Elvis, who had just married Priscilla, would later turn to white guilt gold. While the West Coast simmered in love, Detroit riots burned a hole in the heartland, sending smoldering embers in all directions.

Parts of Detroit burned in 1967 as the result of riots.

Do I really remember any of this, or did the adult conversation, nightly news, and Time Magazine covers (or was it Life Magazine?) on the coffee table leave residual imprints that now masquerade as memory?

As a late boomer, I was aware enough to know that the Beach Boys reflected my world about as accurately as Disneyland. The fun and innocence they sang about was a Wonderful World of Color that didn’t quite cut through the asthma-inducing gray air of the San Fernando Valley, suburban L.A., where I grew up. The wild alienation of The Who spoke to me more than wistful odes to surfer girls or, for that matter, the San Francisco sound. I didn’t fully appreciate the Grateful Dead until a few of them unfortunately were.

Ron Gompertz

Surfers. Low Riders. Jocks. Hippies. Squares. These were the groups we peer-pressured ourselves to emulate. I wanted to be a hippie, but was born too late for the summer of anything, especially love.

As much as I battled for bell-bottoms, long hair, and John Lennon-style granny glasses, I was still the nerdy kid with the runny nose, the class clown who schlepped a clarinet back and forth to grade school until my mother finally relented and let me switch to guitar.
The first song I learned? “If you’re going to San Francisco …”

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Mary
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Loved the recap of all of the events happening in 1967. The musical variety,of which you wrote, really resonated with me. While vacationing with many Millennials and Gen Xers, last week, I heard music from their I tunes stash, played at the daily , afternoon pool rendezvous. It was glorious! The Stones, Beatles, Dylan, Hendrix and yes, even The Beach Boys, filled the deck and patio with an incredible memory experience.
It seems that the music from the Boomer era had and still has a captivating hold on all of us. Lovely!

R.S. Gompertz
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Yes! To be honest, I didn’t really appreciate the Beach Boys until my kids started singing “Good Vibrations” around the house. My younger son obsessed about Led Zep, and my older son went Prog Rock for a spell. How did this happen? I don’t remember digging the Dorsey Brothers, Johnny Mathis, or Perry Como when I was growing up. I can appreciate them now (especially Frank Sinatra!), but did our music finally bridge the generation gap? Has it permeated the culture as if by osmosis?

David
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That time was such a seemingly spontaneous massive coming together. What was it that sparked the 1967 summer of love?

R.S. Gompertz
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Maybe a combination of post-beatnik Grateful Dead Merry Prankster acid test buzz mixed with good vibrations from the Monterey Pop Festival and the Scott McKenzie song “San Francisco (Be Sure to Wear Some Flowers in your Hair)?”

David
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Really enjoy this story. Perhaps your next piece will be a look at the run-up to that summer? That’d be fun, too.

R.S. Gompertz
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Great suggestion! Given how young I was, perhaps I’ll call it “Summer of Puppy Love!”

Gavin Lakin
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“Residual imprints that now mask as memory.” Masterful language, my friend. I also believe that the “good news, bad news” comment points directly to the notion that no matter the generation – yes, even the “Greatest Generation” – protests, the artistic voices, the political leaders, counterculture’s activism, and the sacrifices made by well-known or unsung heroes, humanity is bent not only on self-destruction (whether directly due to hubris or technology addiction), but taking our beautiful planet down with us. Just read the NY Times today reviewing the upcoming film “Chasing Coral,” (sequel to “Chasing Ice”), about the slow destruction of… Read more »
R.S. Gompertz
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Thanks, Gavin. A lot to think about!

Yvonne
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Well said, Gavin…

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