60s Week: Stuck in the 60s

60s Week: Stuck in the 60s

A Filthy Hippie Drunk in Front of an SUV

A Filthy Hippie Drunk in Front of a SUV

I grew up in Terlingua. One of the most common comments I heard from outsiders growing up was, “Damn, with all your marijuana, beatnik ways and no bathing, y’all are stuck in the 60s.

So, I hereby present 60s week, an experiment in journalism.

To what extent does that culture of the 60s cast its shadow on us today? Is Terlingua just an informal commune of filthy hippies? Is Marfa just a tiny freeze-dried Greenwich village with better parking? Is the default dwelling of the trans-Pecos the sturdy ranch-style bungalow or the hand-made yurt?

We will re-visit the high points of 60s culture that effect us here to this day. This is an attempt to create a community dialogue so PLEASE COMMENT. Here are some of the subjects we’ll be covering:

  • kosmik kuntry music
  • motorcycles
  • marijuana
  • teepees and yurts
  • Aleister Crowley
  • rock music festivals
  • bikers
  • garage rock
  • the Velvets
  • the struggle for Civil Rights
  • Vietnam
  • the Tarot
  • the I Ching
  • the Whole Earth Catalog
  • Volkswagens
  • the Beats
  • Lord of the Rings
  • organic gardening
  • herbal medicine
  • Pogo (the comic strip)
  • the Sexual Revolution and the Pill
  • the Beatles
  • Tom Robbins
  • psychedelic drugs
  • underground comics
  • Lenny Bruce



11 thoughts on “60s Week: Stuck in the 60s

  1. Rachel B

    What journalist ever advanced without some risk-taking and a good sense of fun? If the comments are half as entertaining as your intro–well, I’m rubbing my hands together.

    Bring ’em on, y’all!

  2. Voni

    I’ll play.

    In the 60’s I thought all motorcycles were Harley Davidsons. I did believe in wearing a helmet though the most expensive were not really much good but they did cost ten dollars! I hadn’t even thought about riding my own bike. Girls didn’t do that. And being a passenger was terrifying!

    Fast forward to today. I’m planning to have ridden a million sMiles on BMW motorcycles by my next birthday. I’ve ridden in all of the States and all of the Canadian Provinces as well as 6 foreign countries. What a difference 40 years makes! Being a passenger is still terrifying to me, though.

  3. Jayson W.R.

    About a week ago I stopped in Terlingua on the way to Big Bend and a Jeff Davis County Sheriff was in town. The man had to have stood 7 feet tall, was built like a buffalo, had the meanest scowl on his face, and carried a very large calibre revolver. You could tell this guy was a card-carrying NRA member, best friends with George W. Bush, and probably beaten Chuck Norris in plenty of arm wrestles.

    The answer to your question is…If there were any hippies left in Terlingua that Sheriff probably made sure they are extinct now.

  4. Rachel B

    @ Jayson W.R: That would have been Sheriff Rick MacIvor, former quarterback for the St. Louis cardinals. He ran on the Democratic ticket; I seriously doubt he’s best friends with GWB. The verdict’s still out on his NRA membership or arm wrestling with Chuck Norris. But no doubt somebody will get back to you on that shortly.

  5. henry krinkle

    Hey, dude, this is, like, just like the sixties.
    You were all full of lofty ideas and they didn’t pan out.
    Back to the seventies, I guess.

  6. Andrew Suber

    Don’t worry, Bro-ham, 60s week will go on for a month. I promise at least ten posts (probably more) with the first one today.

    Take a ginseng and puff a jay… you’ll be okay.

  7. juggalos 4eva

    There was a lot of good stuff that happened during the sixties, pop culture style. Too bad the hippies, who later morphed into the insufferable navel-gazing boomers, co-opted it all and streamlined it into vw’s, long hair and drugs. Basically, the sixties have turned into one never-ending Grateful Dead show. And how shitty is that?

  8. Ring Huggins

    Hello Campers,

    I was very interested in the Manson article posted today because I have always been fascinated with the total madness of the man…how can anybody become that crazy?

    Having spent some time in various parts of California during the 60’s I met a lot people doing a lot of interesting things in the southern California desert and San Francisco.

    One of the most interesting people I visited with was Dr. David Smith who started the free clinic in the Hippy district know as Hashbury in Frisco. David’s mom was a nurse and lived down the street from my grandparents in east Bakersfield. I had known David since he was in high school. As a doctor in a free clinic he really helped a lot of people and I always considered him as being just the opposite of Manson. Davis has since been recognized with numerous awards for his service to people. It has always amazed me how people can be so different in the ways they work for social change.

    Another famous person I met in the 60’s was a guy named Cesar Chavez. I was training as a VISTA Volunteer in the San Louis Valley in Colorado working with farm hands from Mexico. Chavez was trying to unionize them but in reality he destroyed the Bracero program where the Mexicans could come and work legally in this country on a seasonal pass basis. Perhaps we should bring that back. The one good thing to come of his work was to get the farmers to put porta-potties in the fields for the workers.

    Later when I got my VISTA assignment I was sent to the Flathead Indian Reservation in western Montana
    where I did social and conservation work with the Confederated Salish and Kootenay Indian Reservation.
    I wound up working with AIM radicals like Victor Charlo, Dennis Banks, Thomas MacDonald and Russel Means who later became an actor and played the chief in “Last of the Mohicans”. I got into reading old treaties and discovered that Indian Reservations were not subject to many state and federal laws and regulations. I discussed this with some of the Natives. Now you know why there are tobacco shops and gambling casinos on reservations!

    Well I am getting long winded so will close with this: Many of us participated in social change of the 60’s. If those still living now who saw the 60’s could go back and do something different, we would probably see to it that Kennedy was not shot and that the Viet Nam war would end sooner. Now there’s a novel in that!

    Ring in Terlingua

  9. loren

    I was born in Haight-Asbury (Haight & Buena Vista) in 1963, so I am stuck in the 60’s permanently, I think.