X marks the spot

In 1967 a drug bust at 42 Belvedere Street in the Haight turns up mink-clad Margot Fonteyn and dancing partner Rudolf Nureyev hiding on the roof; they are charged with possession of “12 joints, marijuana, two tablets of an unknown substance and two rolls of pornographic film.”  Really?

They will be released from jail a few hours later and will dance at the Opera House the same night. Difficult to imagine being drug crazed hippies in the afternoon and performing world class ballet in the evening.

42 Belvedere is the lemon colored building - good place for a Freak Out

Jimi Hendrix lived on Haight for some months after the 1967 Monterey Festival. The Jimi Hendrix Experience played a free concert in the Panhandle Park that I could have watched from my front door, had I been here at the time.

Jimi Hendrix lived here, 1524 Haight

Where Hendrix played - view from the front window.

Patty Hearst, granddaughter of squillionaire William Randolph Hearst was kidnapped by and later kinda joined the Symbionese Liberation Army in 1974. She then helped to rob a bank close by in the Sunset. She hid out  at 1235 Masonic but was eventually arrested there in 1975.

Where Patty Hearst kept her head down

Hearst was convicted of bank robbery on March 20, 1976. She was sentenced to 35 years imprisonment, but her sentence was later commuted to seven years. Her prison term was also eventually commuted by President Jimmy Carter,[1] and Hearst was released from prison on February 1, 1979, having served 22 months. She was granted a full pardon by President Bill Clinton on January 20, 2001. All right for some.

635 Ashbury home of Country Joe and the Fish. 'So put down your books and pick up a gun, we're gonna have a whole lotta fun.'

Country Joe and the Fish lived just up the street on 635 Ashbury. Here is their ‘Fixin to Die Rag.’  I remember it well.

Well, come on all of you, big strong men,
Uncle Sam needs your help again.
He’s got himself in a terrible jam
Way down yonder in Vietnam
So put down your books and pick up a gun,
We’re gonna have a whole lotta fun.

And it’s one, two, three,
What are we fighting for ?
Don’t ask me, I don’t give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam;
And it’s five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain’t no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! we’re all gonna die.

Come on Wall Street, don’t be slow,
Why man, this is war au-go-go
There’s plenty good money to be made
By supplying the Army with the tools of its trade,
But just hope and pray that if they drop the bomb,
They drop it on the Viet Cong.

Well, come on generals, let’s move fast;
Your big chance has come at last.
Now you can go out and get those reds
‘Cause the only good commie is the one that’s dead
And you know that peace can only be won
When we’ve blown ’em all to kingdom come.

Come on mothers throughout the land,
Pack your boys off to Vietnam.
Come on fathers, and don’t hesitate
To send your sons off before it’s too late.
And you can be the first ones in your block
To have your boy come home in a box.

And it’s one, two, three
What are we fighting for ?
Don’t ask me, I don’t give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam.
And it’s five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain’t no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! we’re all gonna die.

Why don’t young people write songs like this now?

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