jefferson airplane | "how do you feel?" | surrealistic pillow | 1967
another from mom’s vinyl and the end of my junior year.
at the time i was dating kathie salimbene and thought i was going to marry her. no, sadly, i am not joking again. (that’s not a slam on kathie, but rather a slam on a 17-year-old so sure of his ideas about love and the future.) then my dad told me we would be moving to utah at the end of the summer and i found myself having to say goodbye to my newfound hippie commune and sexy irish-italian girlfriend. i was not happy about that, but in the end it turned out for the best. my friends were taking the hippie thing farther than i wanted to (marijuana) and girlfriends that you’re going to marry sometimes have a way of becoming girlfriends that you have to marry.
still, even though it wasn’t haight-ashbury in 1967, it still feels like a free and somewhat magical time that i recall with a fondness that makes those months feel all too brief. maybe that’s just because i had friends who felt and thought along some of the same lines as me for the first time since...
