I get emotionally spent answering questions about my dead father and my criminal friends and my upbringing in a hippie environment in a marginalized community.
Jacksonville back in the 1960s was kind of a redneck town. There were only two or three places where you could play our kind of hard rock – or ‘hippie music’ as it was called back then. You had to go to Georgia or some place else.
I didn’t fit in on any level when I moved from Brooklyn to Burbank – on any level. And then I met a bunch of hippies, and I became a little hippie myself. A Brooklyn hippie.
You’ll hear ‘Hippie,’ or, ‘Get a haircut.’ I like it. I think it’s funny because they think we’ve never heard that before. So, like, good one.
I thought I was a hippie, bro. I wore Birkenstocks every day. I went to a Christian high school, so I was pretty funky. The teachers didn’t give me a hard time, though, even though I was totally way out of line in terms of my dress code.
I was pretty much a hippie. I was a vegetarian, gypsy-like. I liked to meditate, and it’s curious because I was very much attracted to the possibility of change.
I had a confused early hippie phase, which was like a cafeteria tray of sloppy, semi-Marxist thoughts, absorbed second-hand.
You’ve got a movie where the pro-choice family gives their daughter no choice. The pro-life family murders. What seems to be the good mother, the kind of hippie painter, sweet and cute mother has no love for her daughter really.
I’m a former hippie, so clothes are important to me – your clothes defined you in that period. I guess clothes still defines people. But, I change a lot. I’m in my Brooks Brothers period now.
It was 1967, and the hippie thing was happening. I got into experimenting with drugs while I was in college in Michigan.
As corny as it sounds, and not to sound like a hippie, I think there are these spirit forces in nature, and we have to be careful not to offend them.
I’m from the ’60s, but no one has ever accused me of being a hippie. I never had much interest in the Woodstock crowd, which partied to change the world, while real people were starving to death in Africa.
There’s a latter-day notion that artsy hippie types in the 1960s disdained the space program. Not in my experience they didn’t. We watched, transfixed with reverence, not even making rude remarks about President Nixon during his phone call to the astronauts.
It’s not so much what you learn about Mumbai, it’s what you learn about yourself, really. It’s a funny old hippie thing, but it’s true as well. You find out a lot about yourself and your tolerance, and about your inclusiveness.
I’m not very good at business. I’m more of a creative, fun-loving hippie type.
My mother was extremely controlled, sort of flawless. And I always tend to be a bit more hippie.
I wanted to be an undercover cop, blending in with the public, looking like a black militant or a long-haired hippie yet having a gun on my hip, a badge in my wallet, and able to enforce the law. To me, that was the neatest thing in the world. It was also challenging.
The hippie movement politicized my generation. When it ended, we all started looking back at our own history, looking, in my case, for motives of rebellion.
I didn’t start thinking about what I wanted to do professionally until I was 17. I was a hippie, but I did write.
I really like the cute Beatles, the beginning. I don’t really like the moustached Beatles very much. And then the hippie Beatles I’m not super-thrilled with, although they had good songs.
I was born in Iowa City and spent my early childhood on a hippie commune just outside of town.
I was raised in a bit of a hippie environment.
I’m such a hippie.
My father moved out to Park City in in the mid-’70s and lived in a Winnebago behind a hippie joint called Utah Coal & Lumber that was one of only two or three restaurants at that time. Park City was a sleepy little mining town, with not a condo in sight.
In the past when I was on protests, it was always people shouting out of the cars, ‘get a job, get a bath, get a haircut.’ So, am I a dole-scrounging hippie, or am I middle class and privileged? Just by stepping forward, somehow you become scrutinized, rather than the actual issues that count.
My mom is a total free-spirited hippie flower child. Always has been.
Growing up I played in garage bands and cover bands with my older brother, and he got us a gig opening up for some hippie jam band. I was 15. I felt like such an adult!
I was in my hippie stage. It was tough for my father. First it was the long hair, then the bubbles.
I’m really grounded and quite hippie, wanting to nurture and have children and be quiet.
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