The friend is not always friend, the foe is not always foe

A curious thing about political blogs is that they attract the attention of those politically on-song with us but also those hostile … there are both reading and watching N.O.  

A second curious thing is that the music I liked in the past is not liked, is even detested, by the DADs from a different era to mine, maybe from a more wholesome era, who knows? And some politically hostile to us might even like some of this music in this post from the 60s and 70s.  Strange times we’re in. You think this is bad?  Wait for 5 p.m.  :)

Speaking mainly to those here who understand the late 50s through to the 70s in the west … those were the days we might gather in the forest, some girl would take a guitar and play Catch the Wind (in the chilly hours and minutes) or we’d sing Bus Stop or Waterloo Sunset and one song known by all was Barry McGuire’s Eve of Destruction. I’ll play it soon but not today.

Through our simplistic early 20s brains and eyes, we saw the enemy as The Man, the banksters, locust corporations, the govt, and anyone “conservative”, fuddy-duddy, square, as we went on our binges, singing of love and tree hugging.

We thought anyone not yoof-ful was just in the way, as Zimmerman sang, not understanding that in a later interview, he admitted the devil owned his soul. We knew nothing of Laurel Canyon and the CIA.  Zappa was psy-ops.  

The weathermen bombed and their leader Bill Ayers was later mentor to another of the diabolical legion, Barry Soetoro.  I knew such people, rubbed shoulders with them … we were Rik Mayall anarchists, weren’t we.  Our particular cell was called Anarchist Revolutionary Students in Education.  I’m not talking out of my A about these things, I was there. We sent demands written on loo roll. Too blotto to do anything else.

How on earth could we see the Weathermen and Bader-Meinhof, Gerry Adams, as anything other than right-on good guys, which they weren’t.  They were funded by Globo, as they had been before the Russian revolution, as Voltaire had been before that one … they weren’t being used by Globo, they were the stormtroopers of Globo, they were true believers.

One young man who woke up to the Woke of the day was John Kay.  What a mixture pure counter-culture in his style, much of his music … and yet he could produce songs such as this … of loneliness, alienation, climbing insuperable barriers.  The weird thing is that today, the far left would label him far right extremist for his wholesome concerns.

As for bands, two from that area commanding great respect for their melodic heaviness were Steppenwolf and Jane, specialising in a heavy, distorted sound but always melodic, while others went straight metal or weird.

Late note from Steve (see comments):

https://youtu.be/J06yQb4lbPk

Note all the satanic hand signs in the crowd by the way.  ☺️  And that's what we have today.  Whether my John Kay route or the metal route, same result. And yes, I did wear a leather jacket for many years but jeans, not leather below the belt and never a gay bar cap.  Also, one of my racing catamarans was called Steppenwolf.