Sonic Stereotypes - The Old Hippie
At almost every gig, and in almost every record shop, you’ll find the old hippie. Flicking through dog-eared copies of Making Waves by Focus and Flying Teapot by Gong, the hippie will occasionally raise a weary head and jangle the beads around his head in disapproval at just about anything modern. Raised on psychedelia, cutting his teeth on prog, this hippie longs for the halcyon days when bands wore their hair long and their guitar solos even longer.
Often found dressed in stonewashed demin, unruly hair and tie-dye tees, the hippie can sometimes be seen at gigs, wasted on cheap cider, informing anyone who will listen that he can still rock it with the best of them. Sadly for the hippie, he peaks at around 10pm, leaving the young whippersnappers taking the piss and partying on ’til dawn. One lift home off the wife and a Toblerone later, and it’s back to weariness for the old boy.
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Hey man, I mean, like, where did you find that photo? I mean, it’s like, it’s me man, you know. Or if that’s not me, man, it must be my twin - far out!
Anyway, just wanted to say that us old hippies don’t peak at 10pm, you know? As long as we’ve popped enough pills, I find Ibuprofen does it for me, we can keep going all night long. Err, no, sorry man that’s Viagra not Ibuprofen. Sorry, brain’s a bit fried.
Plus, like, I didn’t dig the reference to Toblerone, you know? ’cause some of us have, like, diabetes so can’t eat shit like that any more. Man I miss those sugar cubes, you know what I mean?
Anyway, this cat’s gotta go now, weak bladder, sorry, probably too much information.
Keep cool and don’t forget to boogie
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