Hair on My Birthday Plus Tiny Rant

'Tis a Good Birthday that endeth not in Zero nor Five.' -- Wm. Shakesplot

It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood, hot and sunny. The Great Plotnik is celebrating tonight by going to see "Hair" at the Curran. He and Duck saw it the last time on Broadway, in 1970.

The Fifth Dimension. All those hits from Hair like "Good Morning Starshine/The Age of Aquarius" and "Let the Sunshine In" -- can these songs really be more than forty years old?

Can Plotnik really be more than twenty years old?

Somebody from the Fifth Dimension once recorded one of Plotnik's songs but try as he might he can't remember who it was or what song they recorded. Jeezo. Must not have been a chart topper.

Plottie remembers the big scandalous thing about Hair was that people took their clothes off for a few minutes on stage. He and Duck (and everyone else in the audience) looked forward to that moment, but when it came the naked people were in a chorus, in the back of a bunch of other people, in the rear corner of the stage, and Plot and Duck's tickets were 'way up in the Cheaposphere. Sigh.

The thing that already irritates Plotnik is that the production company is advertising these 'get up on stage and dance with the Hippies' nights at the theater. Once again, hippies are the grand hysterical joke that seems to represent the age.

No, children. When protests were happening in the 1960s, the police didn't stand idly by like they do now -- everybody got smacked. Hippies and non-hippies all bled red. Why do you think that doesn't happen any more? Why do the police stand around Occupy Wall Street, for the most part, chewing on cheeseburgers and letting things slide?

Why has anything changed? Because others had their heads beaten. Because 20-year-olds at Kent State were shot to death. Because the old ways are now in disrepute. You can thank the hippies and the whole generation for that, whether or not you think their clothes look funny now.

Birthday Rant concludes. Curtain.