Umm, the first "Summer of Love" was 1967, not 1968. 1967 was the Summer of Sgt. Pepper and the Monterey Pop Festival. 1968 was the summer of the assassinations of MLK Jr. and Bobby Kennedy. Big difference.

Agreed. What kind of fool would get the date wrong of the very event you're basing your own event on? And Cory doesn't know the difference either?

Woooow THX for posting this!

About the dating issues, you might be right about the '68, so maybe we must say hippie era vs ravers or flower power vs acid house, 60's VS 80's :)
As far as I know the second Summer of Love was a longer period 1988-1990? maybe?
So these dates are more like general theme/subject than history lesson. THX for your notes and I hope you listened and liked the music as well ;)

Simon Iddol

I was wondering about those dates, too. The Beatles stuff and The Who's Tommy came out in 1969, and then Sunscreem's debut was in 1991. Deee-Lite wasn't until 1990.

There's another one here that doesn't fit your expansion though, Simon. Black Betty by Ram Jam didn't come out until 1977...

so the date is wrong...hell i did`t care back then and do`t now.

it`s the thought that counts and the music links make up for any errors..

I'd say a lot of Summer of Love veterans have trouble keeping dates straight ...

(I was five. Always felt like I missed out.)

(I could listen to the Woodstock Festival movie soundtrack once a month and never get tired of it. In fact, maybe I'd better put that on right now.)

Definitely 1967. The influx of summer 'flower children' (they were barely called hippies then, except by disgruntled beatniks who coined the word) ran this old boho and family out of the Haight and over to Clement Street. Destroyed a damn fine old neighborhood, they did, compliments of Time, Inc.

Driving from SF to LA for a weekend that June, my wife and I, suffering KSAN withdrawal, searched the radio and heard 'For What It's Worth' coupled with a new, truly insipid song, 'If You're Going To San Francisco...' She sat in silence for a minute and then said, 'We'd better go back home and pack.'

Don't care much about the dates, the music is great fun.

(btw, born Autumn of Love, 1967)

top of the charts?
Lulu - "To Sir With Love"
Aretha Franklin - "Respect"
The Monkees - 'I'm A Believer'
The Doors - 'Light My Fire'
Bobby Gentry - 'Ode To Billie Joe'

In 1967 the local radio station was still KMPX, not yet KSAN (where Tom Donahue and co. moved when KMPX was sold).

#10,

Right. Ran into Don Cohen last year in Oregon; still doing radio, still claiming Donahue was a genius.

"The Monkees - 'I'm A Believer' "

A mix of good studio musicians and a million bucks of hype will get you on the charts every time.

I understand that if you remember the Summer of Love, you weren't there.

Or over on Clement Street.

Unfortunately too many 'kids' remember it a huge bummer.

IDK/DC about the dates or whatever... but the second track "Pinball Wizard in the Drivers Seat" is just entirely too much fun.

I was conceived during the summer of love, born in April of '68, the day after MLK Jr. was assasinated...

I was conceived during the summer of love

OMG MCM you have LSD in your DNA!

Yes, the mistakes on the release dates do not mean the end of civilization, and yes the mash-ups on their own can be enjoyed as light entertainment, but I don’t understand how pointing these things out is meaningless ‘quibbling’.

It’s as if the box said Raisin Bran but I found Cocoa Puffs inside, or the painter said he was working on a portrait of Groucho Marx and came back with one instead of Zeppo. “Doesn’t matter,” you say, adding “Chill out, dude…at least it’s a Marx Brother, so what’s the big deal?”

Sorry if I sound a little grumpy… I’m off now to lock myself in the ice-house for the rest of the weekend.

Maybe a little story from Freedom Summer. . .

August, 1967, SFPD Park station, 1-3 a.m. ...

A bunch of hippie kids have been rounded up in the Haight and are being processed, or whatever, maybe 15-20 of them, along with attending cops and a few concerned citizens. Two street cops come in the door, looking to pick up a couple of separate prisoners wanted downtown. These cops are different from Golden Gate Park station cops. They clank when they walk. They're loaded down with guns, canisters, helmets, handcuffs, nightsticks, and they are BIG; a white guy and a black guy who look like they have Sunday jobs as offensive linemen with the SF Giants. The black cop is talking with the desk sergeant, and the white guy looks around the room; a couple of hippie girls are crying. . .

"What the fuck is this?" the white cop says in a loud voice. "What'd these kids do?"

The black cop turns to him: "Buck, take it easy, man."

"No," the cop says, "What'd they do, why'd you bust them?"

The desk sergeant goes back to talking to the loud cop's partner, and two Park station cops look away, embarrassed.

''You call this 'police work? Bustin' kids for wearin' pretty clothes? What the fuck are you, a bunch a faggots?''

''Buck,'' his partner warns.

"Come on down the Fillmore and work with us—we get shot at most every week. C'mon, do some real police work!"

Two prisoners are brought into the room. His partner signs for them, and with a quiet word or two to Buck, they all move towards the front door.

As they leave, Buck turns and yells, "Bustin kids for wearin' pretty clothes—you fuckin' faggots!"

The kids are all staring wide-eyed at each other. I successfully try not to laugh.

The summer of love was in 1967 and I never heard about any "Love Revolution" in 2008. It sounds like something dreamed up by Nike or The Gap.

The real problem is that the mash-ups provided are neither clever nor listenable. It is one thing to know how to combine songs, it is another thing to have an ear. This collection is neither interesting nor fun. What a pity.

@#4: The acid house revolution came a long times before Dee-lite and Sunscreem, at least in Europe. It was in 1988, the year after Paul Oakenfold, Danny Rampling, Nicky Holloway and their mates returned from Ibiza armed with a new knowledge of Chicago house and ecstasy:

http://music.guardian.co.uk/electronic/story/0,,2273951,00.html

@buddy66:

a white guy and a black guy who look like they have Sunday jobs as offensive linemen with the SF Giants.

No wonder they needed day jobs the rest of the week -- the SF Giants don't pay offensive linemen nearly as much as the 49ers do.

Sports trivia question: What other offensive linemen have played for the SF Giants (Sunday or otherwise), besides Barry Bonds?

is track 6 not extracting for anyone else?

Well, this is a bit of fun.

The 4th track has cuts from Buffalo Springfield dating to fall 1966...

It is a bit like a Ren Faire, constructed by deduction, but not quite spot on. That is okay as well from my POV.

I was there, and remember. Lot's of people do, that meme of "I understand that if you remember the Summer of Love, you weren't there." can I think be attributed to Paul Kantner, who'd rather like to forget some of the stuff he spouted...

Indeed 'Summer Of Love 2008' is a little gem. I'm putting it up on Radio Free EarthRites today.

Thanks for all the musical work. You did well!

@#23 & #24,

Okay, I'll see if I can remember...one them features a small, round ball; and the other....

Shit, you know how hippies are.