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An elegy to a bygone era
IT may not be easy to recall this to one's mind now, but in some manner the1960s of the last century were—decidedly in America, but even elsewhere—the best of times and the worst of times. Drugs, music, promiscuity, dance, spirituality: everything was getting rolled into one heady package. The West Coast was where most of the action in America was, and San Francisco the city where the heartbeat of the counter-culture then sweeping the land could be heard most clearly. Every day during that rollicking decade, it seemed, something exciting, something explosive, could be seen, or heard, there. Intoxication was in the air: lives teetered on the edge of eternal happiness and self-destruction. And freedom was the slogan. Between 1965 and 1967, a
historian of the movement notes, vast groups would "gather in the
streets and parks and in the dancehalls, where loud music and
sensory-bombarding light shows claimed the night". The sensation of
being inside that environment could be disorienting at times, but it
drew people as few things in their lives had done before. |
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'Psychedelic' was the word most often used for them, for the association with them was of hallucinating drugs, and the 'mind-expansion' that they temporarily bring. But the term is not wide enough in itself to cover the range of work that was being produced. Certainly not the work of artists who became celebrities in the field: Wes Wilson, Victor Mocsoco, Rick Griffin, Lee Conklin, David Singer, for instance. For it was marked not only with high-key colours and exotic calligraphy: there were subtle references in it often to classical works of the past, and a searing desire to push the very limits of art. The effete but highly elegant art that marked the end of the nineteenth century in Europe, Art Nouveau or Jugendstil as it was called, was of course drawn upon, but it was infused with a fresh energy, as it were. David Singer's poster announcing a Grateful Dead concert at the Fillmore should serve as a good example of the layering of meaning, and the cool classicism, that could be combined with such elegance. Here, those giant mushrooms do of course make a reference to hallucinatory drugs, but there is also that surrealistic image of a man walking towards light and nothingness, evocative of "vastness, stillness, the eternal and the transitory", as one critic remarked. Dark days The 1960s movement as a whole ran
aground as one knows, for the shadow of violence came over it, obliterating the
image of peace and harmony that had reigned for a few, passing years. From
everywhere started coming in disturbing news of excesses: not only of hippies
taking over streets and imposing their own lifestyle upon unwilling neighbours,
but also of lawlessness. Of the kind that gangs of bikers like Hell's Angels
unleashed upon rallies and concerts. And there were of course all those deaths
that drugs and other abuses brought with them, famous names succumbing: Janis
Joplin, Jimi Hendrix, Jim Morrison, among them. When the celebrated dancehall,
the Fillmore West, was closed down in 1971, David Singer was commissioned to
commemorate the final performance in it through a poster. There is sadness in
the work, but it was among the best things that he ever produced, representing
as it did "a dream state, a reverie", but also a meeting of aligned
and opposing forces, an elegy to an era that had come to an end. |