I used to take the train to NYC (unknown to my mom, I used her train pass — my dad worked for Penn Central) and sneak into the theater after the intermission. I saw the second half of “Hair” probably a half-dozen times, and I loved it! This clip just gives me chills:
The age of Aquarius
I wore the grooves out on that record (for some reason *heh* the live performance didn’t make it to our little corner of KS).
Fucking hippies were right.
Now that I’m retiring, I think I’ll let my hair grow out.
long beautiful hair, shinin’, gleamin’, streamin’, flaxen, waxen . . .
Congrats on your retirement, Ron! When’s the big day?