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17 February 2010

Requiem to a Dream


“Strange memories on this nervous night in Las Vegas. Five years later? Six? It seems like a lifetime, or at least a Main Era---the kind of peak that never comes again. San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time & place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run...but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there & alive in that corner of time & the world. Whatever it meant...

History is hard to know, because of all the hired bullshit, but even without being sure of ‘history’ it seems entirely reasonable to think that every now & then the energy of a whole generation comes to a head in a long fine flash, for reasons that nobody really understands at the time---& which never explain, in retrospect, what actually happened.

My central memory of that time seems to hang on one or five or maybe forty nights---or very early mornings---when I left the Fillmore half-crazy &, instead of going home, aimed the big 650 Lightning across the Bay Bridge at a hundred miles an hour wearing L. L. Bean shorts & a Butte sheepherder’s jacket...booming through the Treasure Island tunnel at the lights of Oakland & Berkeley & Richmond, not quite sure which turn-off to take when I got to the other end (always stalling at the toll-gate, too twisted to find neutral while I fumbled for change)...but being absolutely certain that no matter which way I went I would come to a place where people were just as high & wild as I was: No doubt at all about that...

There was madness in any direction, at any hour. If not across the Bay, then up the Golden Gate or down 101 to Los Altos or La Honda...You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning...

& that, I thinks, was the handle---that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old & Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn’t need that. Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting---on our side or theirs, We had all the momentum; were were riding the crest of a high & beautiful wave...

So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas & look West, & with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark---that place where the wave finally broke & rolled back.”

from the chapter “Genius ‘Round the World Stands Hand in Hand, & One Shock of Recognition Runs the Whole Circle ‘Round”, Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas, Hunter S. Thompson, 1971.

H. P. Lovecraft - Live-May 11,1968, recorded live at the Fillmore Auditorium.

1 comment:

  1. That one paragraph, beginning "My central memory...", is one of Hunter's most memorable.

    I think it was reprinted in "The Great Shark Hunt", or one of the other big collections. I always associate it with his running out of road with the San Bernadino (?) chapter after the publication of "Hells Angels".

    A while back, I watched a clip of an impossibly young Thompson being confronted by its vice president on an 1960's Talk Show. I forget the biker's name, but he was featured extensively on the 1965 Life pictorials.

    He seemed impossibly young and well groomed too, arriving on set on his Harley to orgasmic screams of terror like some pantomime villain. Playing the part with a gusto which was so un "right on" it made me wince.

    Hunter seemed rattled. Less from the choregraphed showdown than the potential for a very physical beating some time later. Probably when he least expected it.

    I imagine it was broadcast some time in '66. I was drunk as I watched the re-run, mind you. I missed out on a lot of the finer detail.

    Whenever I read that excerpt I am struck by the mention of those L.L. Bean shorts. I always wonder whether these might be the same ones he wore when covering the fall of Saigon. Probably not.

    Hunter S. Thompson had some style.

    Thanks, too, for the Lovecraft Fillmore show. I'm downloading it right now. To the Seagate... :)

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