Uni-Hi - 1969
And you've become the people your parents warned you about.

It’s February 1969 – You Live In L.A. – You’re A Teenager – You Go To High School – Life Begins Behind The Cafeteria

Uni-Hi - 1969

And you’ve become the people your parents warned you about.

KRLA – Russ O’Hara – 7-8:00 pm – February 23, 1969 – Gordon Skene Sound Collection –

Become a Patron!

Yep. There you are – you and your friends; Bummer Bob, Phantom Wallwasher, Steve, Captain Nemo and the new kid, Arnold. You’re behind the cafeteria – it’s Nutrition. The air is filled with the aroma of Cinnamon Coffee Cake. It’s noisy – seems like everybody is shrieking and running around at high speed. Not you, and not your friends. There’s another smell, this one isn’t so profound; it’s subtle, it smells like burning leaves – kind of/sort of like cigarettes only faintly like Alfalfa. You’re all huddled together; every few seconds one of you looks nervously around. You take turns ducking your head, making the odd sucking noise and popping your head back up to look around and exhale. Occasionally someone walks by. They’re either too preoccupied to notice, or they do and they shoot you one of those “oh, you are so disgusting” stares as they amble into the Cafeteria. Bummer Bob sometimes gets paranoid and tosses what you were passing around into his mouth – it’s what he does, all the time, that’s why he’s called Bummer Bob. You’ve lost many good lids that way.

You’re one of the people your parents warned you about – you cut class a lot. You hang out on the Strip a lot – you congregate at the Earth Rose in Venice on the weekends and spend hours in the blacklight room a lot. Everybody knows you on Fairfax – Sire Bob knows you on a first name basis.

You do a lot of things your parents read about in the newspaper or watch on TV – but they don’t really know you’re in there someplace. You’re leading a double-life. You went to the Century City Demonstration in 1967 when LBJ came to L.A. and you missed being on the news by a few seconds. You went to the first Love-In at Griffith Park and the L.A. Times ran a photo in the Sunday Magazine and the photographer missed you, except for your feet.

Someday they will find out – by then you will be out of the house and working for the Post Office.

In the meantime, it’s you – your doper friends, the car radio in your 1961 Corvair that only gets AM and it’s 1969. So far, so good.

Here’s a slice of Russ O’Hara from KRLA on February 23, 1969.

Liked it? Take a second to support gordonskene on Patreon!

You may also like...

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.