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Saturday, 27 May, 2006

In short, I came to San Francisco in 1966 at the minute everything was exploding. Since then, we’ve seen everything stabilize to calluosed observers being able to see the stench of death. The icons of that old era have become the consumer culture. So it’s 1976, everyone is pretending to be excited about the Bicentennial, but the undercurrent of exhaust and rage which cannot be ignored is being ignored by those we’re supposed to pretend to listen to.

It’s done. I’ll be too old for the next wave. I can’t even find the underground. Maybe the 80’s will be better.

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