So far I’m spending it watching Head and pondering why popular entertainment these days isn’t willing to take a similar stand, what with another Vietnam and another Watergate taking place in front of us. (Saddest of all: searches on those terms in connection with Bush show articles and concern years old.)
Perhaps the movie itself answers that:
Pleasure, the inevitable byproduct of our civilization. A new world, whose only preoccupation will be how to amuse itself. The tragedy of your times, my young friends, is that you may get exactly what you want.
Where else can you see Frank Zappa with a cow advising Davy to work more on his music? We’ve also coined a new rule, based on this film and How to Stuff a Wild Bikini: the best 60s movies have both Toni Basil and Teri Garr in them.
Ah, well, the music still rules. “Circle Sky” is still one of the greatest rock songs ever, in my opinion, along with “Listen to the Band”. Michael Nesmith, unacknowledged pioneer.
Hey, speaking of which, I’d love to see the Monkees in the Rock Hall of Fame, if only because they’re like the only band from that era with all the members left alive.
Anyway, ramble ramble. Happy Independence Day, Americans! I value the rights that allow me to say all of this and a day off of work to read manga.