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Ridin’ The Range And Actin’ Strange

May 17, 2017, by JimC

And I just wanna be a cosmic cowboy

I just wanna ride and rope and hoot
Well I just wanna be a cosmic cowboy
Talkin’ ‘bout a supernatural country rockin’ galoot

— Michael Martin Murphy, “Cosmic Cowboy”

Well, now. This summer marks 50 years since the Summer of Love. Ain’t that somethin’? I mean, I was less than two years old, so I don’t have any personal memories of the epoch, but it’s graven on the cultural memory, especially in the places I explored in my early 20s. Even after all these years, that summer continues to echo through the culture. What a long, strange trip it’s been.

The summer of 1967, especially in San Francisco, was the flowering of the counter culture that hit its high-water mark two years later at Woodstock — and its nadir at Altamont.

The Grateful Dead, 1967.

The counter-culture changed mainstream culture profoundly — and I would argue mostly for the good. If that sentiment surprises you, it shouldn’t. I’m always on the side of the wild and free and the ardent-hearted. You don’t have to buy in to the whole ethos to recognize that the counter-culture shook things up in useful ways, creating more space for all of us to act, create, be who we are.

Now, I must admit that my preferred version of the counter-culture didn’t really emerge until a few years later, around 1972, when the hippie thang mated with the shit-kicker thang in places like Austin, Texas, and Los Angeles, California, and produced Cosmic Cowboys and Outlaws.

Neil Young — culturally appropriating. If I was a trapper, I’d give a thousand pelts/To sleep with Pocahontas/And find out how she felt…

I’m obviously more of a Dripping Springs Reunion kinda feller than I am a Woodstock kinda feller, but the phenomenon that became Willie Nelson’s Fourth of July Picnic was a child of the Summer of Love, make no mistake. So was Gram Parsons’ Cosmic American Music thang. Waylon Jennings opened for the Grateful Dead in 1973 and was rapturously received. That’s MY kinda counter culture, baby!

My kinda counterculture.

Gram Parsons. Cosmic Cowboy.

Speaking of Waylon, as I so often do, he told a funny story about Dripping Springs:

We’d never seen anything quite like it. Everything we did was wrong, and it didn’t matter. Nobody paid to get in; the fences were torn down. I’m singing “Bob Wills Is Still The King” and women are throwing brassiers on stage. My band just went to pieces. Girls with no tops, no bottoms, up on boys’ shoulders and taunting you. If you didn’t look, people were going to wonder about you; if you did look, they were going to know about you. They caught you either way. One ol’ gal took her clothes off and got up on a tall camera platform. She was just lying there squirming and some cowboy jumped up and mounted and went to work. It started a whole orgy over in that area. Debbie couldn’t do Dallas like she did. I never quite got used to that….

We were having a time, that was for sure — one big ball. I don’t recall anybody looking sideways. Billy Joe (Shaver) put it best. “We were all melted into the same comet.” All we could do was grab it by the tail and hang on for dear life.

Of course there’s a dark side to all that wild freedom — as Billy Joe, a prime hell-raising participant — knew well:

Low down freedom, you done cost me everything I’ll ever lose.

The drugs were a disaster, blighting countless lives and giving birth to the evil of the Mexican drug cartels. Free love, in the end… ain’t. The whole thing got commercialized, like everything else, and that killed it. What started as a revolt against bland conformity became… bland conformity. And the counter-culture also spun off some dangerous, authoritarian mutations that have had a pernicious effect on American life.

Ultimately, the counter-culture had to learn the same hard lesson we all learn — there is no action without consequence and there is no freedom without discipline.

But for all the downsides, the music was great, and the sense of freedom and possibility something worthy of holding onto. And when the hippie chicks mated with those ’kicker boys, they birthed a mighty compelling American Son, and he’s been ridin’ the range and actin’ strange ever since. Long may he ride…

 

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Comments

  1. Rick Schwertfeger says

    May 17, 2017 at 7:23 am

    First memory that comes to mind: A friend’s older sister spent the Summer of Love in San Francisco. When we saw her again back on the East Coast in September, she laid on us Jefferson Airplane’s “Surrealistic Pillow.” Talk about blowing open the doors of perception. That awesome album helped this working class, sports oriented but studious guy understand that there were other kinds of people, other ways of seeing, and other ways of living out there – and that those elements could produce beautiful art with emotional, spiritual depth.

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    • JimC says

      May 17, 2017 at 7:33 am

      Yep — widened the world even for those who were outside the counter-culture — or who gravitated toward their own.

      Reply
  2. Matthew says

    May 17, 2017 at 10:18 am

    You know despite what an episode of South Park would have you think, there’s always been a close relationship between country music and rock music. Elvis and Johnny Cash went on tour together (of the two the most politically right leaning was probably Elvis). Buddy Holly was a friend of Waylon Jennings. It can be hard to tell the difference between a rock and country song.

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    • JimC says

      May 17, 2017 at 10:21 am

      Most musicians despise categories, which are made for marketing, not art. Play YOUR music and you will be a true artist.

      Reply
  3. Paul McNamee says

    May 17, 2017 at 11:27 am

    Speaking of music, Hueys and ‘Nam, my brother is reading this one;

    We Gotta Get Out of This Place
    https://www.amazon.com/Gotta-Get-Out-This-Place/dp/1625341628

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  4. john roberts says

    May 17, 2017 at 4:45 pm

    In the summer of ’67 I went to visit a friend who was living in Haight-Ashbury. It was a real eye-opener for a Texas kid. Sgt. Pepper had only been out a few weeks. There will never be a summer like that one again.

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    • JimC says

      May 17, 2017 at 5:10 pm

      More please!

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      • john roberts says

        May 17, 2017 at 7:02 pm

        It’s a bit hazy, this being the summer of ’67 and all. The high school friend I was visiting had a sister who was living out in Berkeley with her husband but we never got around to visiting them. I later learned that her sister was Anne Rice, now a world-famous writer but unknown then. I got high and toured all the weird little shops and went to samurai movies and generally soaked in the perpetual freak show. It was a great summer.

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        • JimC says

          May 17, 2017 at 7:05 pm

          Wow — fun.

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  5. tom says

    May 17, 2017 at 7:59 pm

    speaking of Waylon and willie, in 1972 I bought tickets for a Waylon concert here in phoenix. he was to appear at the celebrity theater, which has a stage that revolves continuously all 360 degrees giving everybody a great view of the band of musicians. well, Waylon cancelled and the ticket office offered a refund or a replacement concert with a fellow named willie nelson. never heard of him. I took a chance and opted for the replacement concert. the night of the concert out comes this long haired hippie looking dude with a fedora hat. my chin dropped to my knees. at that time country singers still had haircuts (with maybe sideburns) so I thought I had screwed myself. he ain’t no country singer looking like that. then the concert ignited, and the rest is history! three years after that eye & ear opening concert the red headed stranger and phases and stages “big banged”. incidentally Waylon really started gaining recognition here in the phoenix area about 1965 at an old (& gone)honky tonk called “j.d.’s”………

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    • JimC says

      May 18, 2017 at 7:01 am

      Great stuff. There’s a Waylon Live at JD’s set out in the world.

      Reply

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