Wednesday, April 12, 2017

1967 The MH de Young Summer of Love Experience

Art, Fashion and Rock & Roll

It has never been easy for me to fully convey what it was like growing up in the Bay Area during the 1960's. When I was 5 (circa 1961) I remember seeing my first beret clad "beatniks" sitting on porches in Berkeley. My dad drove by them whispering curses under his breath. Dad just couldn't fathom the point of these chain smoking students playing bongos. Clearly something new was emerging culturally in the US.

Locally we witnessed the rise of the Black Panther Party, the murder trial of Angela Davis, the abduction of Patty Hearst, the murder of Oakland's new superintendent of schools (Dr. Marcus Foster) and a seemingly endless number of violent campus riots and protests at UC Berkeley and San Francisco State.

Then, over the next few years, America went on to experience the national heartache of repeated assassinations, wrenching civil rights battles and the escalating war in Southeast Asia. 

The sixties emerged as a brutal, prosperous, yet confusing era. The nation was experiencing a full generation of post war prosperity. Its population was heavily comprised of a young, powerful baby boomer middle class. A middle class increasingly able to take family vacations, buy suburban houses, new appliances, a new car every few years and color televisions.

And, as boomer parents became defined by their stuff, many of their kids increasingly began to resent their parents materialism.

Add a war to that resentment and the hippie generation began to emerge as a natural evolution from the "beat" or "beatnik" generation.

 The Age of Flower Power Begins

The first real hippies I remember seeing seemed to be mainly the disillusioned kids rebelling against the Vietnam war and parental authority. The next waves included a healthy dose of lost souls and wannabes.

All determined to come to San Francisco to experience the music, drugs, free love and wear flowers in their hair.

Young Man Against Plywood
(Gelatin Silver Print by Elaine Mayes)

By 1967 Golden Gate Park and the nearby Haight Ashbury neighborhood had become the epicenter of the hippie "movement" and San Francisco entered its "Summer of Love".

On April 8th, the 50th anniversary of the Summer of Love, the MH de Young Museum launched an exhibition of art, fashion and music of 1967.

While some say if you remember the sixties you weren't there, I think, for a lot of us, the imagery of this exhibit will shake loose some of those memories.

The Summer Begins

You'll see Hippie fashions embracing colors, natural fibers, tie dye, headscarves, hats, ponchos, Levi's jeans®, and granny glasses; everything aimed at making a statement. 

Yet, much like the tattoo fad today, once the initial shock of the "look at me" non-conformist fashion wore off (and seemingly every teenager in California became proficient in throwing dye in the washer), the non-conformity became conformity and Bay Area residents became inured to it all.

Hippie Fashion - Colorful Symbols of Youthful Rebellion

 The Shoes

 The Chic

 The Painted Levi's

Besides fashion, in music the drift from folk to rock & roll became a defining force of the era. Bands went into open competition to come up with extreme names: The Grateful Dead, The Jefferson Airplane and Big Brother and the Holding Company. And all of the 60's bands performed with elaborate light shows, courtesy of rock promoter Bill Graham, at his Fillmore Auditorium, Avalon and Winterland Ballrooms.

The de Young exhibition showcases the dazzling posters and postcards Graham used to promote his shows.







 Bill Graham's Concert Handbills


Psychedelic Poster Art
(Lights By Holly See and Music By Janis)

The Grateful Dead

The music, art and fashion always included relentless anti-war themes reminding America that the draft was chewing up America's youth for a war few seemed to really understood. This led artists and actresses like Joan Baez and Jane Fonda to emerge as spokespersons in the anti-war movement.

Joan Baez Instructs: 
"Girls Say Yes to Boys That Say No"

Sadly, the exhibit presents only a superficial visual extravaganza of the trappings of the era, without any attempt to unpack the underlining meaning of the hippie movement and what came next; America's era of drug use that so devastated much of the generation that had come to San Francisco feeling "immortal".

Glamorization Begins For a New American Drug Culture

There is no discussion of the narcissism of the protestors whose "peace" protests abruptly stopped the day after Rumsfeld cynically got Nixon to stop the draft (and then both went right on waging war for many years to follow).

It simply proved that many of the protesters weren't against the horrors of the war, they were against having to put their own lives on the line. Once they were no longer at risk, most quit caring and far too many openly abused the returning soldiers who had gone to fight.

The Summer of Love Exhibit is scheduled to run through August 20, 2017 at the MH de Young museum in Golden Gate Park.

Its fun, its pretty, just don't come with expectations to find a deeper understanding of what it all meant.

And, if you visit the de Young before April 30, be sure to go see Danny Lyon's photographic exhibit. His photos are simply mesmerizing.


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Monday, April 10, 2017

Roadboy Visits Muir Woods

Thanks Grandma!

When I was a kid my grandmother told me how much she loved making weekend trips to Mount Tamalpais and Muir Woods. We made a day trip to see it and I loved our walk through the majestic grove of redwoods.

 Entry Into Muir Woods

Now a half century later a friend suggested we visit Muir Woods once again. I did a little research and realized that due to its popularity visits today require some logistics. Crowds throng to the grove where they soon discover the Monument offers completely inadequate parking facilities.

To avoid all that we opted for a private tour.  We were picked up from our hotel promptly at 7:15 am on a rainy Saturday morning. We had a spectacular drive over the Golden Gate arriving before the crowds. We spent about 2 hours walking through the towering redwoods. 

 The Hillside Trail

Lush Undergrowth #1

Redwood Creek Rushes in Spring

Another View of Redwood Crrek

 Rain Becomes Sun
The Forest

More Lush Undergrowth

Muir Woods has quite a history:

1892
The Bohemian Club builds a summer encampment, complete with a huge Buddha (based on the Great Buddha at Kamakura), in the Grove that would later come to be called the Bohemian Grove.  

1905 
William Kent and his wife Elizabeth Thatcher Kent buy 613 acres including what would become Muir Woods.

1906  
Congress passes the Antiquities Act giving the President the power to establish National Monuments by Proclamation.

1907  
The City of Sausalito attempts to take Muir Woods by eminent domain with the goal of damming Redwood Creek. The Kents donate 295 acres to the United States.

1908
President Theodor Roosevelt declares Muir Woods the America's seventh National Monument. It is the first national monument comprised of donated land. 

1916
Congressman William Kent introduces a bill in congress to establish the National Park Service. 

1925 
A road is built to Muir Woods.

1938 
The Golden Gate bridge is completed and the number of park visitors triples. 

1945
The founding delegates meet in San Francisco to sign the charter establishing the United Nations. As part of the ceremonies a redwood tree was dedicated in the Cathedral Grove to Franklin D Roosevelt.

During our visit the rain showers turned to sun so we then made a short trip to nearby Muir Beach (which was spectacular). 

 Muir Beach

Muir Beach
 Blooms at the Beach

After leaving Muir Beach ended out tour in Sausalito (passing the bazillions of cars that were now all making their way to the woods). 

 Sausalito's Iconic Fountain

From Sausalito we caught a ferry back to San Francisco's Ferry Building where it was time for lunch. 





 Alcatraz, The Golden Gate Bridge Viewed From The Ferry Ride  Back to SF
 
I always forget how restorative it is to walk in nature. 

What you need to know:
1. Take a tour. For a tour I'd highly recommend click here.
2. If you must drive your own car arrive before 9:00 am.
2. There is a bus in summer from Sausalito, but it seems to register negative reviews.
3. Go to Muir Beach


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Friday, April 7, 2017

Roadboy Visits The Tech

Silicon Valley's Hands-On Techno Museum

A couple of decades ago I lived in Silicon Valley. 

While there my firm was part of the local design team that collaborated with master architect Ricardo Legorreta in the development of San Jose's (now beloved) bubble gum colored Children's Discovery Museum.

As I look back now I realize this was the pivotal period where quiet "Old" San Jose was quickly morphing into chaotic "New" San Jose. Fine hotels and a convention center were being built and streets everywhere were torn up for light rail.
 Detail from "Old" San Jose's Montgomery Theater

The excitement of a rapidly emerging urban center, coupled with the success of our Children's Discovery Museum, seemed to jump start long discussed efforts to create a permanent museum in celebration of technology. The commission to design the new museum, to be entitled The Tech, was also awarded to Legorreta. That is the point when I relocated to Phoenix to open a firm of my own. 

Although I've returned to San Jose many times over the years, I've never had an opportunity to visit the finished Tech.

This trip I took the time to experience the mango and azure colored museum residing right next to San Jose's historic Montgomery Theater.

 The Tech's Oculus Atrium

Although The Tech actually comprises 130,000 square feet, it somehow feels very compact. As you enter the ground floor there is a cafe, the ticket kiosk, a gift shop and an IMAX theater.  Exhibits are located on the floor above and below the ground level. The upper floor has a bio-design studio, a couple of robots and a very interesting display showcasing innovations in health care. 

There were a variety of new displays under development as well. 

 The Anatomage Table

In the healthcare area I was amazed at the table where the human body is viewed in three dimensions. The body may be rotated and when touched body parts and organs are described.  

 Robots Draw Portraits

You can have a robot photograph you and then draw your portrait. You can even climb up in a special "birdy" device that allows you to fly like a bird over Manhattan via virtual reality.

 Getting Ready to Virtually Soar

Downstairs there are are various robotic displays, interactive body metric devices, an exploration gallery and an earthquake display that allows you to experience various major global earthquakes.

 The Quake Experience
India 2001

There are life size high definition monitors that record and display your every move as a skeleton or with complete with muscles or with organs and your circulatory system.

Bio-Roadboy

I spent about 2 hours in The Tech. It was pretty interesting. And, with all of the hands-on exhibits, kids all love it. 

Be sure to keep track of your entry ticket as it is the digital key that enables you to access all of the  displays. 

The Tech is pricey coming in at $24 per adult and $19 per child (IMAX is extra). 

There is no parking garage so plan to park a couple of blocks to the east in the city garage that offers $5 flat rate parking.


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Tuesday, March 28, 2017

Roadboy Visits Galveston

New Orleans Lite

This weekend I visited Galveston Texas as part of my firm's annual partners retreat.  

Since this was a business trip I had little time to go exploring this amazing city. But a Couple of evening strolls left me committed to a return when I can spend more time.

First off the weather was amazing. The legendary humidity was low, temperatures were perfect and there were zero obnoxious college spring breakers anywhere to be found.

My walk through a few historic neighborhoods and around the Strand, sort of left me feeling like Galveston is New Orleans Lite.

Its history as a city began after the pirate Jean Lafitte left. Incorporated in 1839 the city joined the Confederacy and suceeded from the US. After the Civil War it flourished as a major port until the cataclysmic 1900 Hurricane swept through claiming 6,000 lives.  Although the giant seawall was built after the hurricane to offer protection from subsequent storm surges, the city retains that sense of fragility found in many coastal cities. 

Causeway Sunset
The Tall Ship Elissa 

We opted for a stay in the Tremont House (part of the Wyndham chain).  The Hotel Galvez Resort is a sister property to the Tremont (so Tremont guests have full pool and spa privileges at the Galvez).

The Tremont House
Mardi Gras Portal 

 Galveston Electric Service
The Black Pearl

 
Tso Optical

Star Drug

 
The Martini Theater
(Closed for 38 Years) 

 The Martini 1937

 Some Window Shopping

High Tide Sculpture
(Charles Parks)
"No Parking"
Illuminated Alley Bike

Alley Bike 

 Painted Lady Style Homes
Reminiscent of the Garden District in New Orleans

Great gumbo and seafood, comfortable hotels / inns, a wealth of history rich buildings in various states of restoration and decay, museums, galleries, beautiful sunsets plus a perfect mix of funk.

Simply put Galveston is a treasure. 

Till we meet again!


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Friday, March 24, 2017

We Are Not Afraid

London!

A city that has survived the black plague, great fires, Jack the Ripper, Hitler's Blitz, a killing smog and the IRA will never allow its spirit to be dimmed.  

Whenever challenged London has always doubled down, drawing from its seemingly endless well of deep resolve to carry on and flourish.

The world joins a great city and nation in shedding tears for the innocent.



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Sunday, March 19, 2017

Disasters on the Road

Lessons We Learn the Hard Way

As I recently watched television coverage of California's damaged Oroville Dam, I remembered my father making a detour on a camping trip in 1968 to show me this new "wonder".  Dad proudly noted it was the world's highest earthen dam.


I was 9 or 10 and remember thinking it just looked like a big (and kind of scary) pile of rocks.  In my mind dams were concrete and looked like the Hoover Dam.

Anyway, the recent dam failure made me recall some other "disasters" in my life. After all they come to shape us.

My first distinct (and very minor) "disaster" memory was my high chair wiggling and rocking in Oakland while my mom attempted to feed me. She just laughed and said something (which I'm guessing was "don't worry, its just a little earthquake").

I asked her about it years later and she said that while she remembered it, she was incredulous that I could.

But I did.

Disasters, whether man or nature caused, instill something profound in us.  And, for me, they have been frequently connected with travel.

At age 5 we went to Seattle's Century 21 World's Fair.  It was such a hopeful time and that fair made us feel like anything was possible.  There was a Space Needle and a monorail!  Sadly, the US long ago quit paying dues to the governing body that sanctions International Exhibitions, hence the US is now ineligible to host a World's Fair.

Anyway, when we left Seattle we aimed our red Plymouth station wagon towards Vancouver BC and I fell head over heals in love with (IMHO) North America's most beautiful city.

While there we visited a lush hilltop park named for Queen Elizabeth. Built above a reclaimed quarry, it was a peaceful place to relax. Mom and I soon found a bench in front of a row of parked cars where we sat to admire the view.

For some reason mom suddenly jerked my arm.  And, just as we stepped away from the bench, the car that had been directly behind us roared across the sidewalk, tore the bench from its concrete anchors and launched over the cliff.

Meanwhile my dad reverted immediately into "police officer mode" and leapt over the cliff. He landed and commenced running faster than I could imagine. He was the first one to where the car had hit a tree.

The driver had turned around to fasten his kids seat belts in the back seat and, instead of putting his foot on the brake, he had hit the gas. Everyone in the car was a bit bloodied, but those seat belts probably saved some lives.

Mom never could say what made her suddenly say "Lets Go!"

Lesson #1: My Dad was awesome.
Lesson #2: Mom's are telepathic.
Lesson #3: Fasten your seat belts.
Lesson #4: Trust your intuition.


Queen Elizabeth Quarry Park Vancouver
(The hillside the car traversed - it was parked in front of where the dome is today)

A few years later we visited relatives in Wichita. I loved Wichita. And, upon finding out I wanted to become an architect, I was hustled off to view some WPA mural's in Wichita's post office and listen to my dad's cousin describe furniture he rebuilt for Frank Lloyd Wright's Henry J. Allen Home (which was still in private ownership at the time).

As we drove around Wichita that day the sky suddenly went black. Our relative's quickly diverted us to a nearby tornado shelter.

Lesson #5: When nature goes off the rails, trust the locals.

Fast forward to college graduation.  After graduating mid-year in December from the University of Idaho in Moscow I returned to Seattle to set the architectural world on fire. Yeah, I was young.

And, the following May I returned to Moscow for my commencement. The next morning we climbed into my '61 T-bird and began to drive some verdant wheat fields on the way back to Seattle.

Instead we drove right into an eerie "storm" which we eventually realized was ash from Mount Saint Helen's.

As the ash got so dense that we had to turn on my windshield wipers, a local sheriff's deputy directed us off of the highway and we began an unscheduled stop in Royal City, Washington to wait for the ash choked the roads to become safe enough to once again drive on.  

I learned something important that day. The volcano erupted at 8:32 AM. It caused a 5.1 measurement on the Richter scale, triggering the largest landslide in recorded history and sent 540,000,000 tons of ash 12 miles into the sky with the force of multiple Hiroshima bombs.

Yet, it took 4 hours for emergency service notifications to reach people driving directly into it.

Lesson #6: When disaster strikes expect chaos.

Mount Saint Helens Erupting May 18, 1980

So we took up residence in the basement of a church while the thick grey dust settled in around us. And, through it all some wonderful residents of Royal City fed us, brought us cards and board games and lovingly cared for a whole bunch of complete strangers.

Lesson #7: We're all in it together; disasters frequently bring out our best.

I still own that T-Bird and I still find a few wispy remnants of grey ash whenever I have to open up its concealed spaces.

 A Dusty Bird

After a couple of years I left Seattle for Anchorage Alaska. And, over the next 5 years in the 49th state, I experienced a bunch of earthquakes. Two were 7.0. And, although our office shook, light poles swayed and power flickered there was no significant damage. We just waited them out and went home for dinner.

The ho-hum nature of those quakes was a tribute to how well Anchorage had re-engineered itself after the disastrous 1964 Good Friday quake. 

Lesson #8: Preparing for disasters is a good thing

From Alaska I moved on to San Jose California. And I arrived just in time for the Loma Prieta earthquake. This quake ended a World Series, dropped sections of the Bay Bridge and devastated Los Gatos (our new little hometown at the base of the Santa Cruz Mountains).

Multi-bazillion dollar clapboard Victorian homes "walked" off foundations and downtown LG was a wreck. It claimed our favorite Italian restaurant and left us gas and water leaks everywhere. The aftershocks rattled for days, each awakening my young daughter.

Lesson #9: Disasters expose every flaw in design and construction.

In the years that have followed my work has periodically required me to go places right after bomb blasts, hurricane's and tsunami's.  I just go and try to help do what needs to be done.

Lesson #10: It is better to experience life than to just stay at home.

Having said that, my years of travel have also made me realize how important it is to be realistic about destination choices.

While I never think twice about going to places like San Francisco and New Orleans (where epic natural disasters are inevitable), I would now rule out visiting places run by tyrants (i.e. Russia, the Philippines and Turkey).  And, with heartache, I acknowledge much of the world now puts the US in that category as well.


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