Or a Ribbon for your hair
Found these photos on internet K Hole the other day. I've been reading a lot about the Vietnam war and its aftermath so I felt these photos would sort of sum up how I've been feeling about everything I've read. Every couple of years or so I get really into protest music. I've found myself listening to The Grateful Dead's album "American Beauty" Lindsey Weir Style as well as "After the Goldrush" and "Volunteers". It's really funny how anger in the 60's and 70's sounds really beautiful: listening to Grace Slick saying "Up against the wall motherfucker" sounds weirdly romantic. I find it really amazing that artists back in the Vietnam era are so poetic. It kind of makes me sad that music today is just ONE GIANT SEXUAL EUPHEMISM. Then again who am I to judge? Tastes change and unfortunately I'm too freakishly bitter and realistic to be a teenager.