{"id":497,"date":"2018-07-27T20:07:31","date_gmt":"2018-07-27T20:07:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/hippieelmo.users.sonic.net\/blog\/?p=497"},"modified":"2018-10-03T21:21:03","modified_gmt":"2018-10-03T21:21:03","slug":"where-is-everyone","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/cftheater.info\/blog\/where-is-everyone\/","title":{"rendered":"Where is Everyone?"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Where is Everyone?<br \/>\n\u00a9 Copyright, Frank W. Andres, 1983, 2012, 2015.<\/p>\n<p>They were philosophers, gurus. They smoked their weed, settled back<br \/>\nwith drinks and talked of the world. There was a philosophy. There was a<br \/>\nfaith. Actually, the pot powwows were antecedents, of sorts&#8230; precursors of a<br \/>\nworld they hoped would exist some day. Woodstock was a national<br \/>\nmanifestation of this philosophy. There was hope for real Love between<br \/>\nbrother and sister. Affinal groups sprang forth. Children ran naked under the<br \/>\nwatch of their &#8216;uncles&#8217; and &#8216;aunts&#8217;. They talked their talk, sometimes with the<br \/>\nhelp of great books,&#8230; usually not. Somehow there was the faith that if one<br \/>\ntalked enough, even babbled enough, wrote enough&#8230; truth somehow would<br \/>\nemerge. This was inherited from the Beats.<\/p>\n<p>But it all dissipated in a cloud of smoke. Now in the 1990&#8217;s there are no<br \/>\nhippies left&#8230;except for me. And I never felt a part of all that. Ironically I,<br \/>\nthe non-participant, absorbed everything and continued the work&#8230;<br \/>\ndeveloping 12-tone scale music, working on answers to intellectual problems,<br \/>\nanswers to real problems&#8230;working in a systematic manner to help solve<br \/>\nproblems that those dazed minds in the past&#8230;thought they were considering.<br \/>\nLike Annie Lennox, naked, in tears, crouched on a bare floor, singing a<br \/>\n&#8216;Whiter Shade of Pale&#8217;&#8230; a song whose lyrics are stream of<br \/>\nconsciousness&#8230;.the type of strategy the Beats felt would lead to truth&#8230;welI,<br \/>\nshe sings such a song, looking around and asking, &#8216;Where is everyone?&#8217;<br \/>\nWhere did they go? Where did all that faith in a process go?&#8217;&#8230;Everything<br \/>\nfrom that era has disappeared &#8230; Even the songs from that age that chanted<br \/>\nthe hippie faith: &#8216;He&#8217;s my Brother,&#8217; Thunderclap Newman&#8230; are never played.<br \/>\nLike Annie&#8230;I am alone, sad, yet hopeful. Somehow the past will spark and<br \/>\nbegin the conflagration promised by those times. There was no revolution&#8230;<br \/>\ninstead everyone put on a suit and tie&#8230;and joined the corporation. Then all<br \/>\nthat crumbled. Now everyone works at McDonald&#8217;s. Yes, perhaps in a way<br \/>\nevolution has replaced revolution, away from highly paid do-little jobs&#8230;now&nbsp;replaced by computers&#8230; everything is now falling from the top, downward,falling from the city&#8230;towards the land&#8230;and, according to the hippie<br \/>\nequation, I guess&#8230;hopefully, towards Love.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Where is Everyone? \u00a9 Copyright, Frank W. Andres, 1983, 2012, 2015. They were philosophers, gurus. They smoked their weed, settled back with drinks and talked of the world. There was&hellip;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":605,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[19],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-497","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-flash-fiction"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/cftheater.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/497","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/cftheater.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/cftheater.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cftheater.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cftheater.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=497"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/cftheater.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/497\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":609,"href":"https:\/\/cftheater.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/497\/revisions\/609"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cftheater.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/605"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/cftheater.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=497"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cftheater.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=497"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cftheater.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=497"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}