The Haywain.
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Yesterday was the anniversary of the cover shot for the Beatles's Abbey Road album -no photos please - of the album that is. My blog is enough.
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This week also commemorates the Woodstock - 40 years gone.
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What it all means? Just that those who experienced it are now old. You people are OLD! Me - not so much...
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When I think of Woodstock I always think of Bosch's Haywain, as well as scenes out of a few of his other paintings - Garden of Earthly Delights, and so on. Many of Bosch's characters remind me of the hippies - as well as a good number of the people we see in entertainment and hip urban areas these days. One surely has to admit that the freak show of today makes Woodstock look tame, what with multiple piercings, bodies camouflaged by garish tattoos, multi-colored hair chopped mental-patient style, awful clothing accompanied by public nudity and sex. In this generation, vulgar has become the new bourgeois.
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The Sanger free-love movement from the early 20th century flowered into the Woodstock generation, and led to what we see today - abortion survivors.
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None of us are any good.
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