IF ONLY JIMI HENDRIX WOULD HAVE LISTENED TO MY GRANDMA
By Lauri Fraser
Like most of you, I just can't think of Jimi Hendrix without thinking about my
Grandma. Sunset Blvd. was the coolest place to be growing up. Just being
in Hollywood in the sixties no matter how old you were and I was YOUNG! I
took dancing and fencing lessons at three, at the Falcon Studios on
Hollywood Blvd. and then it was sneaking into the teen age fair when I was
twelve, and then having my friends drop me off at my tap class, while they
went to Tower Records and stole eight track and cassette tapes and then
picked me up on the way home. We were at the tail end of the Baby
boomers. I liken it to the tale on the dragons back. The closer to the butt of
the dragon the slower you got into things like alcohol, and weed, and if you
were at the end of the tail, like we were, then you had to hurry up and
smoke drink, drop acid, and experience life at warp speed to catch up to
our big brothers and sisters who we got stuck being dragged around with.
Those of us who didn't die or kill ourselves wound up, for the most part,
responsible human beings. It was 1972. I had turned 15 and my
grandmother was going to take me out for my birthday. Usually we would go
to Sears & Roebuck and get new roller skates. The good kind. The white
boot skates. One year we got Hobi Skateboards. All wood with ball bearings
in the wheels. Well this year I was through with toys. I had been to the
teenage fair and saw Jimi Hendrix light his guitar on fire on the stage. I
didn't want roller-skates or a skateboard. Although I was a responsible
good girl, I wore Goodnight slicker lipstick by Yardley cosmetics, and had a
War is not healthy for children and other living things necklace. I drank
Boons farm Apple Wine, and smoked Terryton cigarettes. I sold pot to raise
money for my boyfriend to escape to Canada to avoid the draft, but he only
made it to Turlock Calif., where he met a group of stoners who he partied
with spent all the pot money, and eventually came home. I was well beyond
my years and I was through with toys. I wanted a suede cowboy jacket with
the fringe on the back and down the arms.
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SNEAK PEEKS
By Chris Pina
Sneak Peeks. That's what my high school friends and I called our brushes
with the rock and roll heavyweights in Los Angeles during that incredibly
time in rock history where sneaking into sold-out concerts was cool to do,
almost Communistic!... Of course, I'm referring to the wild and wooly '60's.
It was about three weeks after their Woodstock performance, and Crosby,
Stills, Nash and Young were to return to their home, Los Angeles, for a
much-anticipated concert at the Greek Theatre. Neil Young was going to
join them for their first full set together. All the tickets were sold out weeks
before and me and my peeps needed to go to this. We tried to score
tickets, but we failed by all the conventional methods. Scalpers were out of
the question. We had no money but plenty of misguided conviction, so we
proudly roared, "Music is free for the People, man!" Basically, we were too
cheap and irresponsible to buy the friggin' tickets ahead of time. And we
weren't about to resort to paying those bottom-feeders seven, possibly ten
dollars for a ticket! Highway robbery, man! No way, we had to come up with
a great sneak-in plan. A visionary sneak peek that tops all of 'em! We
needed a story to tell our kids one day... or maybe an audience...
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COLOR MY WORLD
By Arlene Schindler
I like to think of myself as a flexible person, ready for adventure, adaptable,
like a chameleon in a rain forest. But deep inside, I'm a creature of habits
and rituals. I only wear one brand of sneakers. I'm loyal to my doctors,
manicurist, and hairdresser. Thirteen years ago I started coloring my hair,
with only one brand and shade, Koleston 2000, dark auburn #347. Last year
the company discontinued the color. You'd think a tornado hit my home.
I experienced anger, denial, and disbelief...all for a tube of hair color! To
me it was more than hair color. It was my personality. With #347 my
adolescent auburn became a vibrant reddish brown that made me
vivacious. The days following a trip to the hairdresser I was bubbly and
animated. I smiled at strangers on the street. I felt pretty and outgoing at
parties. My phone rang more. Mirrors liked me. As the month wore on and
the color faded, so did my vibrant persona. I knew it was time for a
touch-up, not when my roots started growing out, but when I started
"feeling brown".
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By Lauri Fraser
Like most of you, I just can't think of Jimi Hendrix without thinking about my
Grandma. Sunset Blvd. was the coolest place to be growing up. Just being
in Hollywood in the sixties no matter how old you were and I was YOUNG! I
took dancing and fencing lessons at three, at the Falcon Studios on
Hollywood Blvd. and then it was sneaking into the teen age fair when I was
twelve, and then having my friends drop me off at my tap class, while they
went to Tower Records and stole eight track and cassette tapes and then
picked me up on the way home. We were at the tail end of the Baby
boomers. I liken it to the tale on the dragons back. The closer to the butt of
the dragon the slower you got into things like alcohol, and weed, and if you
were at the end of the tail, like we were, then you had to hurry up and
smoke drink, drop acid, and experience life at warp speed to catch up to
our big brothers and sisters who we got stuck being dragged around with.
Those of us who didn't die or kill ourselves wound up, for the most part,
responsible human beings. It was 1972. I had turned 15 and my
grandmother was going to take me out for my birthday. Usually we would go
to Sears & Roebuck and get new roller skates. The good kind. The white
boot skates. One year we got Hobi Skateboards. All wood with ball bearings
in the wheels. Well this year I was through with toys. I had been to the
teenage fair and saw Jimi Hendrix light his guitar on fire on the stage. I
didn't want roller-skates or a skateboard. Although I was a responsible
good girl, I wore Goodnight slicker lipstick by Yardley cosmetics, and had a
War is not healthy for children and other living things necklace. I drank
Boons farm Apple Wine, and smoked Terryton cigarettes. I sold pot to raise
money for my boyfriend to escape to Canada to avoid the draft, but he only
made it to Turlock Calif., where he met a group of stoners who he partied
with spent all the pot money, and eventually came home. I was well beyond
my years and I was through with toys. I wanted a suede cowboy jacket with
the fringe on the back and down the arms.
MORE>>
____________________________________
SNEAK PEEKS
By Chris Pina
Sneak Peeks. That's what my high school friends and I called our brushes
with the rock and roll heavyweights in Los Angeles during that incredibly
time in rock history where sneaking into sold-out concerts was cool to do,
almost Communistic!... Of course, I'm referring to the wild and wooly '60's.
It was about three weeks after their Woodstock performance, and Crosby,
Stills, Nash and Young were to return to their home, Los Angeles, for a
much-anticipated concert at the Greek Theatre. Neil Young was going to
join them for their first full set together. All the tickets were sold out weeks
before and me and my peeps needed to go to this. We tried to score
tickets, but we failed by all the conventional methods. Scalpers were out of
the question. We had no money but plenty of misguided conviction, so we
proudly roared, "Music is free for the People, man!" Basically, we were too
cheap and irresponsible to buy the friggin' tickets ahead of time. And we
weren't about to resort to paying those bottom-feeders seven, possibly ten
dollars for a ticket! Highway robbery, man! No way, we had to come up with
a great sneak-in plan. A visionary sneak peek that tops all of 'em! We
needed a story to tell our kids one day... or maybe an audience...
MORE>>
____________________________________
COLOR MY WORLD
By Arlene Schindler
I like to think of myself as a flexible person, ready for adventure, adaptable,
like a chameleon in a rain forest. But deep inside, I'm a creature of habits
and rituals. I only wear one brand of sneakers. I'm loyal to my doctors,
manicurist, and hairdresser. Thirteen years ago I started coloring my hair,
with only one brand and shade, Koleston 2000, dark auburn #347. Last year
the company discontinued the color. You'd think a tornado hit my home.
I experienced anger, denial, and disbelief...all for a tube of hair color! To
me it was more than hair color. It was my personality. With #347 my
adolescent auburn became a vibrant reddish brown that made me
vivacious. The days following a trip to the hairdresser I was bubbly and
animated. I smiled at strangers on the street. I felt pretty and outgoing at
parties. My phone rang more. Mirrors liked me. As the month wore on and
the color faded, so did my vibrant persona. I knew it was time for a
touch-up, not when my roots started growing out, but when I started
"feeling brown".
MORE>>
____________________________________
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