011Just call me “Grossho”. I was born in 1945, in Bridgeport, Connecticut. I turned sixteen in nineteen sixty one . That year I got my drivers license, and as most of us know, a drivers license, when your sixteen, means freedom. It’s as if the door to a whole new and exciting world suddenly opens. I was driving my sisters MG (sports car) because she was away at college. It sure helped alot when it came to getting a date for Saturday night. Anyway, I was just trying to get through high school, and playing drums in a band called “The NonChalants”.

To tell you the truth I was unaware of what people were wearing. But as I said in my earlier blog….”If I close my eyes…not try to force it”, well maybe I could remember. After all I was there, live and in person. Not all writers of fashion can say that.

How many people can say that their band (The Druids) played live in front of Mick Jagger and all of the Rolling Stones, at a club in New York called ‘Ondeans’, in 1966. I’m only telling you this because I was there in the middle of it all…while it was happening. I remember sitting in the Fillmore East in NYC……a night when Joni Mitchell took the stage and played for hours.The hall was less than half full, but she played on and on….into the morning hours. I’m sure that special night was never recorded.

All around…something new was in the air. A new sense of change and freedom…..I think of the “Youngbloods” lyric; “Come on people now, smile on your brother, everybody get together….try and love one another right now”

It was a great time to be alive.

Peace!


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