I can stole away and cry!

The hippies have always been great mysteries to me. Their passion, love, being astray from the society their bohemian lifestyle and above all their music have always made me thought about how they were.

The hippy Beat Poets have been a great source of inspiration for me. Jack Karouce, Ginnsberg and so many grew rebellious by staying naked as they believed that the skin is the god sent clothing or the natural dress of humans then there is no need to cover it again with some trash. Besides, they had a great weapon- their pen and the guitar they mostly played as they sing so many wonderful songs that later on became a game changer to the society that is always destroying and starting up fresh.

The hippies were homeless young fellows who mainly spend their days with marijuana, cigarettes, indulging in sex and with music. The trend setters stood against the way the society was then going on. They wanted to break off the claustrophobia and live under the sky considering the free will nature above all. This attitude, dexterity to live life out of the box gave them that power to  create a space of their own, a music form of their own. Listen to Jimmy Hendrix. He talks about that time. Bob Marley is also no exception.

If Music be the food of love play on!

So many years ago Shakespeare understood the importance of music to such an extent that he considered the art form to be the “food of love”- another divine ecstasy that can also not be measured with earthly parameters. Music and love mixed together to form a heavenly aura everywhere.

Do you love music? Any particular genre? Or you are just a music fanatic like me! Who is ready to feed on any kind of music anytime and anywhere. What about Beatles by the beach with bonfire, friends, last counters in shared fags, cheap beers and the heavenly sprit everywhere. I love that. I love beach parties with music. I love to go away with my gang and spend nights there by the sea, listen to the waves for so long when all of them are asleep. I love the songs of the ocean that is all alone, but giant and sings! Isn’t that creates goose-bumps!

Recently I am trying my hands in a grand piano, I inherited it from my step grandfather who was a great patron of music in the 70’s. We still have his posters here and there in the room where he used to live in our old house. I have heard that he was a great guitarist of the old times when they mainly played Hawaiian. Donald, my step-grandfather was a hippie of their times. I heard his musical sprit was charged up by the classic marijuana they used to collect from some tropical areas.

I still have to learn about the hippy music, love, passion and their frustration.

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