Oddly, the '60s (during which my age went from 23 to 33) were the most conventionally respectable of my life (aside from flunking out of graduate school). I spent most of the decade receiving regular paychecks. From 1965 to 1971 I actually owned a car & commuted to work. (Since then I have been successively a commune member & a freelancer.) Musically, it was an undistinguished period for me, tho there was a small folksinging group at Brookhaven National Lab, and I used to listen to a DJ on WBAI who had a wonderful accent (I eventually discovered it was educated black Brooklyn). It was, however, the time when I acquired my first (LP) turntable. A friend of mine, one of those I-can-get-it-for-you-wholesale types (educated Jewish Brooklyn), kept urging me to let him get me one. I was dubious (for me, music was mostly what you got from yourself and your friends & relations), but then it occurred to me that if I had a turntable I could listen to Bob Dylan any time I wanted, and I succumbed. I was enamored of him at the time (a human voice coming out of a loudspeaker!), tho I soured on him when the machine swallowed him up.

So, I had an abnormal '60s. I didn't smoke dope (to speak of), and I didn't listen to any more rock and roll than I had to. I did, however, get laid from time to time, and that was some consolation.