Damn hippie

Around the Synthesis office, I’m pretty much the defacto hippie. I’m the one who’ll be stoked to listen to old Syd Barrett Pink Floyd records, or interview cats who played at Woodstock (’69…I hate having to qualify the year….). Annually I make the trip to the Oregon Country Fair, outside Eugene. The reasons I go every year? First off, I’m the least hippie-ish out of all the 40,000 people who attend. Second, though jam rock more often draws my contempt than my appreciation, I get along famously with dreadlocked hippies and love the hell out of drum circles. Thirdly, there’s a soft spot in my heart for hippie chicks.

And needless to say, all the mind blowing casual sex and heavy drug use is pretty neat

Kan’Nal, slightly pseudo-Native American in that annoying new age-y way, actually turned out a really good main stage performance. Plus, hot chicks wearing antlers and playing frame drums…nice touch.

If I still did acid, this shit would have blown me up.

Did I mention why I like the drum circles so much? I think this pretty much explains it.

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