Dog Hair! A storied musical adapted from stage to film. Controversial in its day for its nude scenes, which was puzzling since how often do you see dogs clothed?
Sadly, “Long as I can grow it” just reaches my shoulders these days. At least when I had Bullmastiffs I could feel like I had longer hair than they did. I barely qualify as a hippie these days.
Again, I know I’ve talked about this, but it makes me remember…
seeing a poster for “Dog Hair” or even one for the human “Hair”…
I love them now, but I didn’t then.
I wasn’t as much of a hippie as the ones in the plays or the movies… and in fact didn’t call myself one at all.
But you might, if you saw me the way I looked then…. maybe even now, sometimes.
…
Though I worked all the time, and lived in a house….
I was self employed, and very close to the actual lifestyle.
And some of us called out this movie stuff as fake.
…
It was prettified, commercialized… the producers capitalizing on something they weren’t part of, and didn’t know how to do realistically.
We laughed at everything “wrong” with the movie hippies… all so beautiful, waking up in tents, dancing in the park to great choreography.
It couldn’t have happened, most places in the US, even San Francisco, without police routs and arrests, and teen runaways being sent home.
If we’d had the term back then, I suppose we’d have called this movie (and the play that spawned it) “cultural appropriation”.
Howlywood types, playing at being US… but ever so prettily, like the bejeweled Marie Antoinette played at being a shepherdess, with her pink-dyed lambs.
…
Not that we weren’t doing just that, sometimes, ourselves, with our imitative “Native American” headbands, beads, and clothing.
I blush to say that I made leather pouches to sell, that I embroidered with Iriquoi and Cree beadwork designs.
When my now 43 year old niece was born, I made her beaded leather and velvet moccasins, woodland tribe style… but nowadays, the moccasin is on the other foot.
….
Now, looking back, it’s strange, but I hardly recognise the disparities I maligned back then…
It looks nostalgic, and fairly OK, though far more extreme than the slightly hippie-ish life I led.
I think maybe my memories have been prettified as well, so it’s a better match.
And where it’s kind of funny or too cute…. well, we were, too. LOL
Even now, not many bassets dare to grow their fur long….
But a few brave ones do.
Peace, man✌️… er, dog 🐾…
Okay… apparently it’s a rare genetic strain, but I’d rather think he chose to be a hippie basset!
It’s not easy.
Long haired bassets are very rare, and accidental…
Still not recognised by American Kennel Club, and disqualified from shows because the breed standard allows only a short coat.
….
Prejudice!
Just like years ago, when long haired hippie humans were refused service in restaurants, and forced to get their hair cut when drafted into the military!
Forgive me, I know I’ve posted this before, but I just have to reprise it….
Oooh…. doo de dee….
(howl…)
I’m just a furry guy…
Furry high and low…
Don’t ask me why… I don’t know..
(howl with me….)
“Fur! (Fur! Fur! Fur! Fur! Fur! Fur!)
Grow it, show it
Long as I can grow it
My fur….
I let it fly in the breeze
And get caught in the trees
Give a home to the fleas in my fur.
A home for fleas…
A hive for the buzzin’ bees (buzzin’ beeeeeeeesssss)
A nest for birds…
There ain’t no words,
For the beauty, the splendor, the wonder
Of my…
FUR!
Stel, thanks for the covers and the clips from the movie.
I’ve had people sing this one at me, along with all the “Sunshine” songs.
I still like it, anyway.
Actually they didn’t ruin the sunshine ones, either, except maybe “You Are My Sunshine.”
But why do they sing this and not “moonshine” songs?
I’d better shut up or I’ll start hearing those, too.
I recognize the painting. I don’t remember the artist.
Edgar Degas.
Thank you!
Let me think, who was always painting ballerinas?
Toulouse Lautrec. 😉
If I were a ballerina, I wouldn’t want paint all over me!
I’m no ballerina but wouldn’t want that either.
Dog Hair! A storied musical adapted from stage to film. Controversial in its day for its nude scenes, which was puzzling since how often do you see dogs clothed?
Well, they all (blush) take off their collars, right there on stage.
Girl dogs and boy dogs together.
Collarless.
In front of everybody.
I’ve always loved The Fifth Dimension.
Sadly, “Long as I can grow it” just reaches my shoulders these days. At least when I had Bullmastiffs I could feel like I had longer hair than they did. I barely qualify as a hippie these days.
A worthy thing, this time, to have a day for!
.
,
NOSE!
So cute. And he comes gift-wrapped!
Again, I know I’ve talked about this, but it makes me remember…
seeing a poster for “Dog Hair” or even one for the human “Hair”…
I love them now, but I didn’t then.
I wasn’t as much of a hippie as the ones in the plays or the movies… and in fact didn’t call myself one at all.
But you might, if you saw me the way I looked then…. maybe even now, sometimes.
…
Though I worked all the time, and lived in a house….
I was self employed, and very close to the actual lifestyle.
And some of us called out this movie stuff as fake.
…
It was prettified, commercialized… the producers capitalizing on something they weren’t part of, and didn’t know how to do realistically.
We laughed at everything “wrong” with the movie hippies… all so beautiful, waking up in tents, dancing in the park to great choreography.
It couldn’t have happened, most places in the US, even San Francisco, without police routs and arrests, and teen runaways being sent home.
If we’d had the term back then, I suppose we’d have called this movie (and the play that spawned it) “cultural appropriation”.
Howlywood types, playing at being US… but ever so prettily, like the bejeweled Marie Antoinette played at being a shepherdess, with her pink-dyed lambs.
…
Not that we weren’t doing just that, sometimes, ourselves, with our imitative “Native American” headbands, beads, and clothing.
I blush to say that I made leather pouches to sell, that I embroidered with Iriquoi and Cree beadwork designs.
When my now 43 year old niece was born, I made her beaded leather and velvet moccasins, woodland tribe style… but nowadays, the moccasin is on the other foot.
….
Now, looking back, it’s strange, but I hardly recognise the disparities I maligned back then…
It looks nostalgic, and fairly OK, though far more extreme than the slightly hippie-ish life I led.
I think maybe my memories have been prettified as well, so it’s a better match.
And where it’s kind of funny or too cute…. well, we were, too. LOL
And anyway I like the music.
Also, it always reminds me about “Boomer”:
…
…
There he is — a purebred basset hound!
Even now, not many bassets dare to grow their fur long….
But a few brave ones do.
Peace, man✌️… er, dog 🐾…
Okay… apparently it’s a rare genetic strain, but I’d rather think he chose to be a hippie basset!
It’s not easy.
Long haired bassets are very rare, and accidental…
Still not recognised by American Kennel Club, and disqualified from shows because the breed standard allows only a short coat.
….
Prejudice!
Just like years ago, when long haired hippie humans were refused service in restaurants, and forced to get their hair cut when drafted into the military!
Free the long haired basset hounds!
….
NOSE!!
One last thing.
Ok ok … Yes, I promise (unless I think of something later)
I meant all year to post this on the 8th…. And when the time came I forgot 🥺
So I know it’s late, but Montana Lady, I hope you’ll still enjoy it…
Pretend it’s two days ago….
THANK YOU!!!!! from rita and jack!
Took me two days to realize it was a pizza!
Oh WOW man! I’m having flash-backs.