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Pictures of the Gone World

Oh well now, two or three minutes, two or three hours
What does it matter now, in this life of ours
Let’s work together, come on, come on
Let’s work together, now now people
Because together we will stand, every boy, every woman and a man

Once upon a time, I was living in Venice, California, and “auditing” filmmaking at the University of Southern California. Somewhere nearby — down by the beach and the Hippodrome where the Carousel turned in the day — Canned Heat had an old and large garage where they’d rehearse at night. Sometimes I’d wander by. The scene was like this when it came to young women even if they were not nearly so wholesome or, ur, healthy. The advantage to hapless hippie filmmakers was that during these rehearsals Canned Heat would attract nearly endless moths to their hard rocking garage-band flame. Many more moths than would flutter home with them at the end of rehearsal sometime near 4 AM. By then, of course, it was too late for a number of these nubile young women to go home. They depended then upon the kindness of strangers. And they were not disappointed. Ah, youth.

HT: The Feral Irishman: Pre-FemiNahtsee Days

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  • Casey Klahn July 10, 2018, 1:16 PM

    Gerard, I saw where the Beach Boys started their practice, in Hermosa Beach. One’s imagination can run with that, and it resembles your story.

    They ain’t what they used to be, those California Girls. IDT they try as hard as they once did to look like California Girls; perhaps it is not vogue to be gorgeous, or feminine, anymore. Maybe that’s too sexist for them.

  • jwm July 10, 2018, 7:09 PM

    Ahh Canned Heat. I still pay them a visit via youtube every now and again. And yeah, Casey the California girls are chunky, dumpy, and as graffiti’ed up as the inside of a gas station shitter. Just about as appealing, too. Every time I go to the beach, it’s like, “Where have all the flowers gone…?”


  • Casey Klahn July 10, 2018, 7:36 PM

    In my well-spent youth, I did spend a summer in NYC. 1977, iirc. The girls then were out to be the chosen; they were competitive.

    Feels like we’re living in a civilization lost. The values of today’s society pretend to be better; in effect they are far worse. An army recruiting video today touts inclusivity. Bullshit, I say. Exclusion is the better way to be a winner, and I am equally ready to exclude anyone and everyone. Like Gunny Ermey once bellowed, “I hate all (races) equally.”

  • Chris July 11, 2018, 2:15 AM

    They never got better that “be all you can be”. Everything went to hell with an army of one. One what?

    Most accurate? We do more before 9am than most people do all day!

  • Casey Klahn July 11, 2018, 6:04 AM

    I liked the Navy slogan: 24 empty missile tubes, and it’s Miller time!

  • Jack July 11, 2018, 9:19 AM

    This is one of my all time favorite videos. Not a tattoo or a piercing to be found, pretty young girls of the 60’s and, if they made it, are likely grand mothers today.

    Them’s was the girls and them’s was the days. WTF has happened in their aftermath?

  • BJM July 11, 2018, 2:07 PM

    I can personally attest to the power of being a California girl in the 60’s.

    Jack said – WTF has happened in their aftermath?

    I dunno, I think the 60’s was a generational peak moment that so defined the culture that successive generations are still trying to figure out what is louder than 11.

    How they settled on tats is the puzzle. The last middle class taboo perhaps?

    I don’t give a rip if a person wants to ink their body, but most of it is so badly drawn that one can only gap in wonder .

    Yesterday in the supermarket a 30-ish woman in a long clingy backless summer dress….the halter neck kind that criss-cross lace up the back …sashayed by me…she had a large crudely drawn tat of some sort of mythical beast from her butt crack to her shoulder blades. Yeah, that’s going to wear well.

  • pbird July 12, 2018, 9:18 AM

    One temporary SIL was an excellent draftsman and tattooist. A good deal of his business was repairing horrible tattoos. That said, even if he made them look better, they do not enhance a woman a bit. Being a sexist, a do think a single graphic on a man’s forearm can be pretty hot, depending of course, on the man.
    Yes, we girls of the 60s are grannies now. Still don’t have a tattoo or a single piercing.

  • Cederq July 12, 2018, 12:53 PM

    Ahh, those short skirts and girls with no ink. I remember them fondly! I lok around today and have to suck back the bile that rises in my throat, scanks and crazies everywhere.

  • Old Codger July 12, 2018, 9:13 PM

    “Yes, we girls of the 60s are grannies now…”

    Don’t lie! You mean, “…are approaching great grandmotherhood now!”

    Good thing there are NO tatts; they’d look terrible on all that cellulite and crepey skin!