Quotes About Counterculture

I can get quite well known, and then I can unleash this kind of anarchist-hippie thing that I've been holding like a very precious liquid, carefully, without spilling any, for years and years and years. And now I'm going to pour it everywhere.

After being a born-again punk rocker for about ten years, the whole thing started falling apart. American hardcore had become Californians in baggy shorts making jokes about being white trash, and British punk had morphed into dogmatic crusties yelling at everyone about everything.

The Sex Pistols was a part of my life. Just a small part.

What I really remember is that people camped out everywhere, and the fact everybody expected it might turn into a big nightmare with all sorts of hassles because back in those days everybody was smoking pot and taking acid.

I started going [Grateful Dead] when I was in high school. I was 15. It was the Summer Of Love.

Fuck the moon landing, that's just a trick of 'The Man'; fuck you, Armstrong, Aldrin and Collins, let's rock.

Hunter S. Thompson

The Circus-Circus is what the whole hep world would be doing Saturday night if the Nazis had won the war. This is the sixth Reich. The ground floor is full of gambling tables, like all the other casinos... but the place is about four stories high, in the style of a circus tent, and all manner of strange County-Fair/Polish Carnival madness is going on up in this space.

These are bad times for people who like to sit outside the library at dawn on a rainy morning and get ripped to the tits on crank and powerful music.

Can I get to the bottle of Old Crow and mix it up with the remains of these ice fragments...a cool drink for the freak? Give the gentleman something cool, dear, can't you see he's wired his brain to the water pump and his ears to the generator...

Tune in, freak out, get beaten. It's all in Kesey's Bible. … The Far Side of Reality. And

We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers … and also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of Budweiser, a pint of raw ether and two dozen amyls.

No sympathy for the devil; keep that in mind. Buy the ticket, take the ride … and if it occasionally gets a little heavier than what you had in mind, well … maybe chalk it off to forced consciousness expansion: Tune in, freak out, get beaten. It's all in Kesey's Bible.… The Far Side of Reality.

I suppose it has gone out of fashion and they are out spraying slogans on walls, sniffing glue or trying to get laid.

'Summer of Love: Art of the Psychedelic Era,' the Whitney Museum's 40th-anniversary trip down counterculture memory lane, provides moments of buzzy fun, but it'll leave you only comfortably numb. For starters, it may be the whitest, straightest, most conservative show seen in a New York museum since psychedelia was new.

Never trust a hippie. That's definitely my motto.

Look, girls don't care how many push-ups you can do. They just want to get high and wear flowers in their hair. Maybe steal a car.

When I appear in the Chicago courtroom, I want to be tried not because I support the NLF - which I do - but because I have long hair.

I like 'My So-Called Life' and the 'Riot Grrl Movement' and 'Freaks and Geeks.'

I can relax with bums because I am a bum. I don't like laws, morals, religions, rules. I don't like to be shaped by society.

The 1960s were about releasing ourselves from conventional society and freeing ourselves.

Imagine the least well-adjusted kid in your school starting a breakaway clique of people whose manifesto includes a ban on the media, dancing, smoking, temperate climates, movies, drinking rock 'n' roll, having sex for fun, swimming, make-up, jewellery, playing pool, going to cities, or staying up past nine o'clock. That was Menno all over. Thanks a lot, Menno.

The '60s aren't over; they won't be over until the Fat Lady gets high.

In the 1960s, I was convinced that the world was extremely mentally ill.