
My relationship with rock and roll—which began when I was in grade school and watching American Bandstand in the 1950s—deepened in the next decade as the music and I hit our teenage years. I started collecting records, attending lots of concerts and eventually writing about popular music for magazines and newspapers. I loved the sounds of rock and—being a typically rebellious teenager—I also loved the attitude.
The hottest musicians of the day thumbed their noses (and made gestures with another finger) at the establishment. It started, by some accounts, with Elvis Presley wriggling around on The Ed Sullivan Show. Before long, Bob Dylan was proclaiming that “everybody must get stoned” and Thunderclap Newman were singing that “the revolution’s here.” Meanwhile, Jefferson Airplane delivered the Black Panther Party-inspired “Volunteers”; Country Joe and the Fish protested the Vietnam War with “I Feel Like I’m Fixin’ To Die Rag”; and John Lennon chimed in with “Imagine no possessions…all the people sharing all the world.” These artists of Woodstock Nation were the harbingers of a new world, and they eschewed everything about the old one, which is why they even rejected traditional transportation methods in favor of driving from concert to concert in beat-up VW buses adorned with DayGlo-colored peace signs.