Sunday, 15 January 2012
About Me, Part 15: Break On Through
Also, as I was somewhat of a new age persuasion at that time, I was intrigued by the an event called the Harmonic Convergence that summer where spiritual folks in various parts of the world had gathered at sunrise to usher in a new era: the fabled Age of Aquarius, a phrase that I had previously heard only in the context of oldies radio and my mother`s record collection. I, and I don`t think that I was alone, had been taught by prevailing attitudes that our own decade (as if decades belonged to anyone) was supposed to be a conservative one: no protests or rebellions or real creativity allowed, they tried it in the 60s and, see, it didn`t work. Former punks like myself, who wouldn`t have been caught dead `becoming hippies` a year earlier, dove into the second wave of the movement with gusto. We all seemed to be exploring ourselves in some way. I, for one, drew a correlation between the `conservative 80s` and my horrible experience. Narrow minds were responsible for keeping me repressed and unhappy; now, I was going to smash their boundaries for them.
I spent that Christmas with mother and her boyfriend who was a standard issue yuppie. Needless to say he had plenty of opinions about what I was doing. Everyone seem to tolerate the `young man` who seemed to have gone off ... way off.
In the meantime, I wrote, I drew, I collaged, I dressed colourfully and I listened to LP after second-hand LP of 60s rock groups: blues-rock band, psychedelic rock, garage rock and progressive rock. Intellectual and creative leaps and bounds. I wondered if I would ever meet anyone of like mind. In the spring of 1988, in the college coffeehouse, I did. My social life was about to take a flying leap into unknown airspace.
To be continued ...