Sunday, 26 August 2007

Far out man!

Due to a recent lightning strike (possibly a stray bolt from Dr. Mason's place) Steelhead's intrepid Sheriff was unable to act as DJ for Friday's dance. Stepping boldly into the breach, I offered my services. Though perhaps foolishly. Hippies? What did I know about hippies? They're the things your leggies hang from aren't they?

No apparently not. Free love, narcotic experimentation and psychedelia where all back in fashion.

Yours truly in my best (and only) trip happy shirt.

"What does it say to me? It says mode of transportation."

Hotspur O'Toole is up for free love apparently.

No I haven't been smoking at this point. This is what the sky really looked like. Honest!

Fluffy Flower Child, Miss Emilly Orr

The less fluffly Tensai

With butterflies and Luminosity

Crazy and Far Out Aza Zymurgy and Neome Graves (I think)

A DJ eye view.

With music from Hair, Blue Oyster Cult, The Beach Boys, Jefferson Airplane, The Byrds, The Mamas & The Papas, Peter, Paul and Mary, The Partridge Family, The Banana Splits, William Shatner and Sonny and Cher I think I covered most of the range of Psychedelia that night.

Yeah Baby!


Hotspur O'Toole said...

Hotspur O'Toole is up for free love apparently.

As much as I can get away with..

sigh. Good times, goooood times...