I stumbled on these clips at YouTube. It nearly broke my heart to see them again. It's been years, but when I was a teenager, I used to turn on the record player (it was a record player) in my room and sing along with Hair at the top of my voice. It was all true, and all false.
These scenes are from the film Hair. Many people consider it inferior to the play, but I think it was a brilliant rethinking of it. Every American should see it. I've put the two scenes in reverse order, because these are backwards times. Ask yourself: are there worse things than free love and drugs and a spirit that still believes in the words "free" and "love"? Let the sun shine in the flesh failures!
How it really was. Watch it to the very end and tell me you're not affected, even if you didn't see the film and don't know why Treat Williams was shit-scared and John Savage overwhelmed with remorse. Never mind the Swift Boat gang; this is the piece that's missing from the Iraq War.
I lost two friends in Vietnam. The war memorial isn't enough.
This musical was part of my personal memorial; how did I forget about this scene for all these years?
What we had hoped it would become. This is really what it was like sometimes and how it felt. It's what we thought it would be like always. Listen to this and tell me you don't want to step into the film and join in the dance. This is the peace and the movement that's missing now. Would today's children dance outside the White House gates with such verve and certainty and conviction? And it wasn't like that all the time, obviously, but to experience even one minute would be enough.
I was too young to do anything that important (it was. It was). But here's to the dawning of the Age that died being born, the film "Hair" (which captures very well the joy, despair, hope, and sorrow of that time), and to new dawnings. I wish we could recover some of the joy and hope of those days to mitigate the despair, sorrow, and cynicism.