Scott McKenzie - San Francisco ((HD-1080p/HQ)) 1967 descargar videos gratis

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I was there! I saved my pennies all year long almost. I was between second and third grade and I took a taxi cab from 3909 Churchill Road, Charlotte, North Carolina 28211 to the bus station in downtown Charlotte, North Carolina for the Summer of Love. I told the cab driver that I needed to be at Charlotte Memorial Hospital and then showed him some scribbles that I had made on a paper that said that I needed to meet my Aunt at the bus station and then go to the hospital. The cabbie waited around and there actually was a bus arriving from Chicago...without any of my relatives. So I told the cabbie where I was going and then I took off. My little homely suitcase was stolen my first day in San Francisco at the old Trailways/Greyhound bus station. Then a drug addict ripped off the almost seventy dollars that I had saved up for food and accommodations. So what did I do? I danced and I tripped out on the U.S. government supplied L.S.D. That is right. With the Hell's Angels, no less. And I was dancing and got to meet John Lennon at the amphitheater. He was fighting with George and Yoko and Ringo wanted them to make up. I told him--and the Angels agreed--that I could understand that a band "had its politics." But I added that if he was British--and he told me that I did a pretty good imitation of a British accent when I told him this--that the U.S. had its "political politics too!" I actually tried to give him some lyrics right on the spot for a song about that. I just said that the Summer of Love shouldn't be "hogged by the Beatles' politics, political or otherwise." He asked me what that meant. I said, "Well, if this is the Summer of Love, doesn't Love have a politics too or as well?" He said, "Well said" and gave me a high five. I had never gotten one before and had to be lifted up by a body guard to catch his "hand jive." He actually had some Black Muslims as body guards. That freaked the Hell's Angels out. And they asked me, or one did, "Did you say "hogged" to him because I drive a Harley or because I am an Angel? Because I will kill you if that is the case!." I told him that "hogged" was a word used in the South for taking too much of something. Like attention, which is what I told him that John Lennon wasn't doing any more, but that he seemed to be doing...The Angel with the handlebar mustache, that is. I even visited the limousines of the dignitaries from abroad who had come to see the action....I had already been carted around by the Rockefellers as a baby Native American indigena. Yoko wanted her own indigeno or indigena. Did she get some bad indigence instead? I would say so. Why? Because before the concert in the concrete amphitheater with Black Panthers not allowed in from Oakland, but with the Beatles' and the Queen's own brand of Black Jamaican Muslims coming in from abroad, some of the Rolling Stones showed up and wondered how the heroin was going to be dropped in...For them...And for others? Hmmm. In any case, they did drop lysergic acid or LSD from jets and from helicopters on the crowds not too far from the business district in San Francisco. Years later--the Fall of 1979, to be precise--I read Joan Didion's account of the Summer of Love in the re-release of The White Album. I actually was with Jim Morrison and some of the Doors when she barged in and wanted a press account of what they had to say about the Summer of Love...I was in a basement wondering why all of these good looking people were disappearing in the basement near where I had been going to wash up since the drug addict had stolen my money right when I got to San Francisco not too long before...Did she actually have a leather skirt on and also a leotard as she wrote in The White Album that day? Sort of. There were a few F.B.I. "journalists" there wondering what so many rock stars were up to...A Mick Jagger was down there in the loo. Did I say: "There goes the neighborhood"? No. Somebody else did. I agreed. Because I needed a place to wash! In any case, when the government dropped L.S.D./LSD/lysergic acid onto the crowd, I didn't feel anything right away. So one of the Hell's Angels made sure that I got some of his. And I started to see things as if I had "kaleidoscope eyes." I really did. I asked the Angel if "that stuff..That L stuff..Can it give you binocular eyes? I mean, I think that I can see things like I have a binocular in my head. And then I thought that I could see a grasshopper across the park...And there was one. And I thought that I could see some ladybugs. And some freckles on a black man's face...These people were pretty far away. And I also kept seeing three people in particular as if the binocular in my brain had turned into a kaleidoscope...Did I tell John and Yoko that? No. I hope that the Angels did...I had to take a plane back to North Carolina on the ninth day. I wanted to stay for the whole thing! I heard that the rain came in hard and that it got "hairy" when I left...What a summer! Back to Harriet Bobbitt at the East House Book Store at the Cotswold Shopping Center in the Fall of 1979. I mentioned that if Joan Didion were such an important journalist, that she would surely have covered the 1968 Chicago Convention, which is what they called the fiasco in the Summer of 1968 when the "Old Mayor Daly or Daley" let the Democrats hold their convention in Chicago. Did she? No. How do I know? Because I know. It was pretty wild. I was in the press box at the "old convention hall" and seeing that the Democrats were stupid enough to let Henry Kissinger in. And to have all of the Lady Bird Johnsons and the Lyndon B. and Lyndon and the Lindon Johnsons all in one place. All in one building. During an army coup, no less. I am not kidding. I had to be with Lyndon B. Johnson in an Oklahoma "bunker," which was no bunker at all--it was just as concrete and available as an open target as was the concrete amphitheater during the Summer of Love in 1967--waiting for the U.S. Army to take President Johnson captive. He announced on the radio for all to hear before he "finally gave up" that "our way of life has been renounced." "Our way of life has been frittered away." He announced that fascism was the final "rule of the day." He actually did. Before he was carted away by the Army and taken away in a helicopter.

Karin Zahn

Zur Erinnerung an meine erste Liebe

PETRONIUSZ B

Dzieci kwiaty...

Ku kuai leong

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Andrzej w

San Francisco... /Chcialem zaprezentowac nowa wersje tego hitu ,ale oryginal jest nie do ,,pobicia".../

william attridge

A Beautiful song, depicting a peaceful people, where love matters by one of America's song writers John Phillips

Steven Romanovs

a man

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Mari Jose Marañón

Scott McKenzie.San Francisco. 1967

George Fanning

A song that caught our imaginations ....

Dolly Delorme

all great music and i don't care who says otherwise.dolly.d

Ramon Teles

San Francisco!

Donnoha

They had a new explanation alright...called TOTAL WESTERN CULTURAL MELTDOWN.......now the foreigners are flooding in and we will be just a memory....Thanks Hippies!

markrny

I turned 20 in 1967. This is my favorite song from the "60's".

John Lamm

This really takes me back to the summer of love and all the mind altering chemicals

Scott McKenzie

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