CAVERN CLUB PSYCH-OUT
The '60s Are Alive And Well (Sort Of)
"... you know something�s happening but you don�t know what it is, do you Mr. Jones...�
PROLOGUE: She�s walking south on Cahuenga Blvd. in Hollywood, this girl is; �not 19 yet,� she insists, and wants to know WHY I�m following. Sees the recorder, �are you a poet?� Could be. Name is Janet, not-yet-19 Janet. She wears funny clothes. Like striped tight zebra-oid pants and luminescent day-glo pink top. Not a punk (�no way�), nor one of a handful of mod-squad refugees scattered about town (no Honda scooter in sight), n.y.19 Janet pledges allegiance to the groovy groups of the peace-and-love generation way back when and in fact relives the moments missed in their original incarnation circa 1967�s Summer Of Love (when she was not-yet-one) by way of a burgeoning incrowd intelligentsia of turtlenecked hipsters devoted to resurrecting the spirit and psyche of this time-tunneled era. There�s a focal point (Cavern Club, soon to be re-named Stone-Age Club), lots of bands (good, bad and wretched) aping the sounds and style, fashion (costume shops peddle orig artifacts for big bucks) paraded about in shameless trick-or-treat and ... d-r-u-g-s. �I�ve recently become aware of the power of LSD,� this not-yet-19-yr-old honest-to-god in reality says; and with emphasis: �kids today want to turn on, but they want to turn on right.� Truly a younger but wiser generation!
