Summer of Love Playlist

For those who don’t know, I’ve been working with the California Historical Society (CHS) for the past six months or so creating and curating digital content for a Summer of Love 50th anniversary that is now upon us. CHS is working with SF Travel to coordinate a statewide commemoration with international reach, and partner organizations such as my beloved Western Neighborhoods Project will have programming and exhibitions throughout the year that showcase San Francisco and California in 1967.

To whet your palate, I’ve curated a playlist of songs and speeches from 1967. All from 1967.

Turn on, tune in, and drop out of 2017…my little time travelers. Nostos Nic Loves You.

Daily Dose: Leon Bridges, “Coming Home”

Leon Bridges is an anachronism: a soul unbound by time blessed with a sound that is ageless. I’ve been trying to craft an introspective post on this man’s music after tripping across it on Spotify sometime around March. Unfortunately, I’ve never found the words to do it justice. So in lieu of the perfect prose, I’ll let the music’s perfection speak for itself.

Enjoy this track from what many will inevitably call the best album of 2015.

(Double) Daily Dose: The Byrds & Green Day

The 8th grade class with which I graduated in 1998 was given a choice for soundtracking its graduation ceremony: stay within tradition or go rogue. For 30+ years my Southern California middle school played “Turn! Turn! Turn!” by The Byrds as their 8th-graders symbolically left the nest for high school hallways and beyond.  After extolling the virtues of taking our place within the rank and file of students that had come before us and were to follow, senior faculty members added an aside that we could, if we chose to break with tradition, select a contemporary song by which to remember that year of change. We were then allowed to vote.

Understanding what it meant to the faculty, some of whom were alumni of that very school, our class overwhelmingly voted for “Good Riddance (Time of Your Life)” by Green Day and instantly incurred the disappointed wrath of our home room history teacher. For what it’s worth, we didn’t mean to disappoint; we were just too young to want what others wanted for us just because they wanted it. Generation X, Y, Me to the core.