I think people wrongly think of the Sixties as something like an opening scene from Austin Powers. That collage may represent the distilled Swinging Sixties etc, but when people look back dewy-eyed, are they really remembering their own sixties as they were or as they wished them to be ?
Remember Britain in the Sixties ? Bitter winters, brink of nuclear confrontation, inflation, strikes, student unrest ? Of course none of that mattered if you were the new breed of teenager, but cummon, it wasn't all end to end mary-quant-style partying and fab gear and food and drink either. We still ate cold meat and beans, drank tea and drank pints down the pub.
My brother was a Mod in Scotland 1965-67. He looked smart as a tailor's dummy and went around on his light blue Lambretta series 3. I was too young then but just got into the local Mod scene for a few months at age 14/15 in 1968, just before Modernism evaporated. I liked dressing sharp as I could for the money I could get from my after-school job and "borrowing" from my mum. I liked the dancing and fitting in with my mates. It wasn't all the peace and love of the hippies though, fights still broke out, usually about girls. After modernism retreated, I still clung to Mod items for a while like my desert boots etc but in time I became more mainstream sixties. I never liked the hippy thing. I might have converted into the newly-developing skinheads, as some Mods did, my my mates never went that way - a bit too aggresive I thought. But I did get more into heavy rock such as Deep Purple as well as some glam rock for a while. But I missed the Mod look. But I did get one last chance in 1978-81. Because I looked younger than my years, I decided to flirt with modernism one more time, though being a lot more sophisticated than before. It meant I wouldn't hang around with the teenage Mods who appeared, I hung around with my latest mates around my age, but I had much more access to nice clothes etc and when I did rub shoulders with Mods in general, they admired my clothing and style. They had no clue about my age being mid-20's. I didn't go to the frankly depressing Mod-run discos which were bare halls meant for hordes of teens and didn't serve alcohol. I went to smart discos/clubs for people my age, but dressed as a Mod in one of my suits, smart shirt and knitted tie and slip-ons or Chelsea boots - sometimes a Jamaican pork-pie too. It seemed popular with the ladies and I did get to show off my ska sometimes ! I converted my style to a little more contemporary with the arrival of the likes of Duran Duran and Spandau Ballet and entered a magical time as a Mod with a nod to smart-dressed romantics. That was my best time, the best of everything and it seemed to click with the girls very well ! My favourite time ever !
So all in all, people from the Sixties love the sixties because it was their time, before life's responsibilities kicked in. But for a lot of people, even teens, the sixties were far from being Austin Powers.
For me, 1978-81 was best. But my memories of "junior" mod discos of 1968, with lots of soul music from Mowtown and Stax, plus Brit pop like Love Affair do make me tingle inside too.
I'm sure the scenes now are just as exciting for young people, when my son goes to a school disco, I feel happy for him and hope he gets the same excitement.
"S h i t happens in mysterious ways, its wonders to peform"
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