As an ex-rocker cum existentialist cum university teacher cum aging rocker, I'm not particularly prone to touchy-feely expressions of universal brotherhood, so I felt a bit out of place at this particular gathering. I mean, everyone was nice to us and all that, but damn, these hippies wear different clothes and are all, like, "back to nature" and stuff. And, to be honest, I didn't really like most of the music I heard performed there. (I will say, though, that every band I saw was better at their "thing" than we were at ours.)
I have mixed feelings about the whole thing. I may come back to this, if only to post a few pics (although I didn't really get very many good ones).
The following tune is a comfort to me...
... although I wonder if I'm the only one who doesn't sense something ironic about it...
Well, OK, here are a couple of pics. Maybe more to come...
Not to be presumptious, but I believe I know just what you mean - I get very uncomfortable with the group hug thing.
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ReplyDeleteNot presumptuous at all. I should probably devote a post to this topic sometime but, having studied Euripides' Bacchae etc., and having a perhaps over-blown notion of my own subjective individuality, the entire notion of "becoming one" is about as terrifying a concept as I can imagine.
For anyone else reading this: fucking pod people!!