Ted Nugent probably won’t get Love Grenade on the cover of a future Rolling Stone with “The Summer Of Drugs,” found in today’s Wall Street Journal. We could have reprinted any bit–Nuge is at his verbose worst throughout–but we went with this one:
So now, 40 years later, there are actually people who want to celebrate the anniversary of the Summer of Drugs. Hippies are once again descending on ultra-liberal San Francisco — a city that once wanted to give shopping carts to the homeless — to celebrate and try to remember their dopey days of youth when so many of their musical heroes and friends long ago assumed room temperature by “partying” themselves to death. Nice.
While I salute and commend the political and cultural activism of the 1960s that fueled the civil rights movement, other than that, the decade is barren of any positive cultural or social impact. Honest people will remember 1967 for what is truly was.
Shopping carts to the homeless?! How else did Ted expect them to take part in the new, exciting consumer frontier that awaited all boomers? At least they weren’t offering homes to those sacks.
The Summer of Drugs [WSJ -- registration required]
Whatever Ted. Even if you (foolishly) think people believe you went to Studio 54 and didn’t do cocaine, you’re still the worst kind of selfish, egotistical, lying hypocritical has-been washout rocker there is.
Also: how’s that Burnlounge store of yours?
There are a couple more blurbs here: [www.rollingstone.com]
Hippies are apparently also responsible for government, taxes, and abortion.
Good ol’ Ted. So much to say, yet so little to actually say.
One of my colleagues reviewed a Nugent show in upstate NY last week. The money quote:
“There was this other failure called ‘Girl Scout Cookies,’ which was such a bad metaphor for munching rug that halfway through it occurred to me that he might actually be talking about eating Girl Scout cookies.”
Priceless.
Ha! I was just about to email you, dear Idolators, and make sure you’d seen this. I’m stuck in the office after everyone’s gone, reading the Wall Street Journal. My glamorous life.
Does anyone actually listen when Ted Nugent opens his mouth? This opinion column must have been edited that day all the unionized employees did their walkout at the WSJ the other day.
Happy Motherfathering Fourth,
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cindy hotpoint.
I can see why Ted is worked up — if all homeless people were pushing around shopping carts, hunting them with large crossbows would be much less challenging.
does anyone here seriously think that the hippies of the 60′s became anything other than the money-grubbing assholes of the 80′s?
Well, duh! Pointing that out is like, so redundant.
Everyone knows about the people who own and operate Urban Outfitters, for instance, right? Refresher, if needed.
Back in ’68, Ted’s original band, The Amboy Dukes had an album cover that displayed pot-smoking devices. Anyhow, if it ain’t for them hippies, Uncle Ted would’ve been branded a longhair fagit and would’ve never gotten any sweet pootie tang. Besides, the RS issue had a piece on Detroit ’67 and the MC5 – who would’ve kicked the shite outta Ted.
oh yeah, and he went on record as saying he had no idea that the dukes’ “journey to the center of your mind” was about dropping acid. uh-huh.
Now if we could just get Patti Smith to put him back in his place again…