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Inside The LC: The Strange but Mostly True Story of Laurel Canyon and the Birth of the Hippie Generation
Part I
May 8, 2008





"There’s something happening here
What it is ain’t exactly clear"





Join
me now, if you have the time, as we take a stroll down memory lane to a
time nearly four-and-a-half decades ago – a time when America last had
uniformed ground troops fighting a sustained and bloody battle to
impose, uhmm, ‘democracy’ on a sovereign nation.



It is
the first week of August, 1964, and U.S. warships under the command of
U.S. Navy Admiral George Stephen Morrison have allegedly come under
attack while patrolling Vietnam’s Tonkin Gulf. This event, subsequently
dubbed the ‘Tonkin Gulf Incident,’ will result in the immediate passing
by the U.S. Congress of the obviously pre-drafted Tonkin Gulf
Resolution, which will, in turn, quickly lead to America’s deep
immersion into the bloody Vietnam quagmire. Before it is over, well
over fifty thousand American bodies – along with literally millions of
Southeast Asian bodies – will litter the battlefields of Vietnam, Laos
and Cambodia.



For the record, the Tonkin Gulf Incident
appears to differ somewhat from other alleged provocations that have
driven this country to war. This was not, as we have seen so many times
before, a ‘false flag’ operation (which is to say, an operation that
involves Uncle Sam attacking himself and then pointing an accusatory
finger at someone else). It was also not, as we have also seen on more
than one occasion, an attack that was quite deliberately provoked. No,
what the Tonkin Gulf incident actually was, as it turns out, is an
‘attack’ that never took place at all. The entire incident, as has been
all but officially acknowledged, was spun from whole cloth. (It is
quite possible, however, that the intent was to provoke a defensive
response, which could then be cast as an unprovoked attack on U.S
ships. The ships in question were on an intelligence mission and were
operating in a decidedly provocative manner. It is quite possible that
when Vietnamese forces failed to respond as anticipated, Uncle Sam
decided to just pretend as though they had.)



Nevertheless,
by early February 1965, the U.S. will – without a declaration of war
and with no valid reason to wage one – begin indiscriminately bombing
North Vietnam. By March of that same year, the infamous “Operation
Rolling Thunder” will have commenced. Over the course of the next
three-and-a-half years, millions of tons of bombs, missiles, rockets,
incendiary devices and chemical warfare agents will be dumped on the
people of Vietnam in what can only be described as one of the worst
crimes against humanity ever perpetrated on this planet.



Also
in March of 1965, the first uniformed U.S. soldier will officially set
foot on Vietnamese soil (although Special Forces units masquerading as
‘advisers’ and ‘trainers’ had been there for at least four years, and
likely much longer). By April 1965, fully 25,000 uniformed American
kids, most still teenagers barely out of high school, will be slogging
through the rice paddies of Vietnam. By the end of the year, U.S. troop
strength will have surged to 200,000.



Meanwhile,
elsewhere in the world in those early months of 1965, a new ‘scene’ is
just beginning to take shape in the city of Los Angeles. In a
geographically and socially isolated community known as Laurel Canyon –
a heavily wooded, rustic, serene, yet vaguely ominous slice of LA
nestled in the hills that separate the Los Angeles basin from the San
Fernando Valley – musicians, singers and songwriters suddenly begin to
gather as though summoned there by some unseen Pied Piper. Within
months, the ‘hippie/flower child’ movement will be given birth there,
along with the new style of music that will provide the soundtrack for
the tumultuous second half of the 1960s.



An uncanny
number of rock music superstars will emerge from Laurel Canyon
beginning in the mid-1960s and carrying through the decade of the
1970s. The first to drop an album will be The Byrds, whose biggest star
will prove to be David Crosby. The band’s debut effort, “Mr. Tambourine
Man,” will be released on the Summer Solstice of 1965. It will quickly
be followed by releases from the John Phillips-led Mamas and the Papas
(“If You Can Believe Your Eyes and Ears,” January 1966), Love with
Arthur Lee (“Love,” May 1966), Frank Zappa and The Mothers of Invention
(“Freak Out,” June 1966), Buffalo Springfield, featuring Stephen Stills
and Neil Young (“Buffalo Springfield,” October 1966), and The Doors
(“The Doors,” January 1967).



One of the earliest on the
Laurel Canyon/Sunset Strip scene is Jim Morrison, the enigmatic lead
singer of The Doors. Jim will quickly become one of the most iconic,
controversial, critically acclaimed, and influential figures to take up
residence in Laurel Canyon. Curiously enough though, the
self-proclaimed “Lizard King” has another claim to fame as well, albeit
one that none of his numerous chroniclers will feel is of much
relevance to his career and possible untimely death: he is the son, as
it turns out, of the aforementioned Admiral George Stephen Morrison.



And
so it is that, even while the father is actively conspiring to
fabricate an incident that will be used to massively accelerate an
illegal war, the son is positioning himself to become an icon of the
‘hippie’/anti-war crowd. Nothing unusual about that, I suppose. It is,
you know, a small world and all that. And it is not as if Jim
Morrison’s story is in any way unique.



During the early
years of its heyday, Laurel Canyon’s father figure is the rather
eccentric personality known as Frank Zappa. Though he and his various
Mothers of Invention line-ups will never attain the commercial success
of the band headed by the admiral’s son, Frank will be a hugely
influential figure among his contemporaries. Ensconced in an abode
dubbed the ‘Log Cabin’ – which sat right in the heart of Laurel Canyon,
at the crossroads of Laurel Canyon Boulevard and Lookout Mountain
Avenue – Zappa will play host to virtually every musician who passes
through the canyon in the mid- to late-1960s. He will also discover and
sign numerous acts to his various Laurel Canyon-based record labels.
Many of these acts will be rather bizarre and somewhat obscure
characters (think Captain Beefheart and Larry “Wild Man” Fischer), but
some of them, such as psychedelic rocker cum shock-rocker Alice Cooper,
will go on to superstardom.



Zappa, along with certain
members of his sizable entourage (the ‘Log Cabin’ was run as an early
commune, with numerous hangers-on occupying various rooms in the main
house and the guest house, as well as in the peculiar caves and tunnels
lacing the grounds of the home; far from the quaint homestead the name
seems to imply, by the way, the ‘Log Cabin’ was a cavernous five-level
home that featured a 2,000+ square-foot living room with three massive
chandeliers and an enormous floor-to-ceiling stone fireplace), will
also be instrumental in introducing the look and attitude that will
define the ‘hippie’ counterculture (although the Zappa crew preferred
the label ‘Freak’). Nevertheless, Zappa (born, curiously enough, on the
Winter Solstice of 1940) never really made a secret of the fact that he
had nothing but contempt for the ‘hippie’ culture that he helped create
and that he surrounded himself with.



Given that Zappa
was, by numerous accounts, a rigidly authoritarian control-freak and a
supporter of U.S. military actions in Southeast Asia, it is perhaps not
surprising that he would not feel a kinship with the youth movement
that he helped nurture. And it is probably safe to say that Frank’s dad
also had little regard for the youth culture of the 1960s, given that
Francis Zappa was, in case you were wondering, a chemical warfare
specialist assigned to – where else? – the Edgewood Arsenal. Edgewood
is, of course, the longtime home of America’s chemical warfare program,
as well as a facility frequently cited as being deeply enmeshed in
MK-ULTRA operations. Curiously enough, Frank Zappa literally grew up at
the Edgewood Arsenal, having lived the first seven years of his life in
military housing on the grounds of the facility. The family later moved
to Lancaster, California, near Edwards Air Force Base, where Francis
Zappa continued to busy himself with doing classified work for the
military/intelligence complex. His son, meanwhile, prepped himself to
become an icon of the peace & love crowd. Again, nothing unusual
about that, I suppose.



Zappa’s manager, by the way, is
a shadowy character by the name of Herb Cohen, who had come out to L.A.
from the Bronx with his brother Mutt just before the music and club
scene began heating up. Cohen, a former U.S. Marine, had spent a few
years traveling the world before his arrival on the Laurel Canyon
scene. Those travels, curiously, had taken him to the Congo in 1961, at
the very time that leftist Prime Minister Patrice Lumumba was being
tortured and killed by our very own CIA. Not to worry though; according
to one of Zappa’s biographers, Cohen wasn’t in the Congo on some kind
of nefarious intelligence mission. No, he was there, believe it or not,
to supply arms to Lumumba “in defiance of the CIA.” Because, you know,
that is the kind of thing that globetrotting ex-Marines did in those
days (as we’ll see soon enough when we take a look at another Laurel
Canyon luminary).



Making up the other half of Laurel
Canyon’s First Family is Frank’s wife, Gail Zappa, known formerly as
Adelaide Sloatman. Gail hails from a long line of career Naval
officers, including her father, who spent his life working on
classified nuclear weapons research for the U.S. Navy. Gail herself had
once worked as a secretary for the Office of Naval Research and
Development (she also once told an interviewer that she had “heard
voices all [her] life”). Many years before their nearly simultaneous
arrival in Laurel Canyon, Gail had attended a Naval kindergarten with
“Mr. Mojo Risin’” himself, Jim Morrison (it is claimed that, as
children, Gail once hit Jim over the head with a hammer). The very same
Jim Morrison had later attended the same Alexandria, Virginia high
school as two other future Laurel Canyon luminaries – John Phillips and
Cass Elliott.



“Papa” John Phillips, more so than
probably any of the other illustrious residents of Laurel Canyon, will
play a major role in spreading the emerging youth ‘counterculture’
across America. His contribution will be twofold: first, he will
co-organize (along with Manson associate Terry Melcher) the famed
Monterrey Pop Festival, which, through unprecedented media exposure,
will give mainstream America its first real look at the music and
fashions of the nascent ‘hippie’ movement. Second, Phillips will pen an
insipid song known as “San Francisco (Be Sure to Wear Flowers in Your
Hair),” which will quickly rise to the top of the charts. Along with
the Monterrey Pop Festival, the song will be instrumental in luring the
disenfranchised (a preponderance of whom are underage runaways) to San
Francisco to create the Haight-Asbury phenomenon and the famed 1967
“Summer of Love.”



Before arriving in Laurel Canyon and
opening the doors of his home to the soon-to-be famous, the already
famous, and the infamous (such as the aforementioned Charlie Manson,
whose ‘Family’ also spent time at the Log Cabin and at the Laurel
Canyon home of “Mama” Cass Elliot, which, in case you didn’t know, sat
right across the street from the Laurel Canyon home of Abigail Folger
and Voytek Frykowski, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves here), John
Edmund Andrew Phillips was, shockingly enough, yet another child of the
military/intelligence complex. The son of U.S. Marine Corp Captain
Claude Andrew Phillips and a mother who claimed to have psychic and
telekinetic powers, John attended a series of elite military prep
schools in the Washington, D.C. area, culminating in an appointment to
the prestigious U.S. Naval Academy at Annapolis



After
leaving Annapolis, John married Susie Adams, a direct descendant of
‘Founding Father’ John Adams. Susie’s father, James Adams, Jr., had
been involved in what Susie described as “cloak-and-dagger stuff with
the Air Force in Vienna,” or what we like to call covert intelligence
operations. Susie herself would later find employment at the Pentagon,
alongside John Phillip’s older sister, Rosie, who dutifully reported to
work at the complex for nearly thirty years. John’s mother, ‘Dene’
Phillips, also worked for most of her life for the federal government
in some unspecified capacity. And John’s older brother, Tommy, was a
battle-scarred former U.S. Marine who found work as a cop on the
Alexandria police force, albeit one with a disciplinary record for
exhibiting a violent streak when dealing with people of color.



John
Phillips, of course – though surrounded throughout his life by
military/intelligence personnel – did not involve himself in such
matters. Or so we are to believe. Before succeeding in his musical
career, however, John did seem to find himself, quite innocently of
course, in some rather unusual places. One such place was Havana, Cuba,
where Phillips arrived at the very height of the Cuban Revolution. For
the record, Phillips has claimed that he went to Havana as nothing more
than a concerned private citizen, with the intention of – you’re going
to love this one – “fighting for Castro.” Because, as I mentioned
earlier, a lot of folks in those days traveled abroad to thwart CIA
operations before taking up residence in Laurel Canyon and joining the
‘hippie’ generation. During the two weeks or so that the Cuban Missile
Crisis played out, a few years after Castro took power, Phillips found
himself cooling his heels in Jacksonville, Florida – alongside,
coincidentally I’m sure, the Mayport Naval Station.



Anyway,
let’s move on to yet another of Laurel Canyon’s earliest and brightest
stars, Mr. Stephen Stills. Stills will have the distinction of being a
founding member of two of Laurel Canyon’s most acclaimed and beloved
bands: Buffalo Springfield, and, needless to say, Crosby, Stills &
Nash. In addition, Stills will pen perhaps the first, and certainly one
of the most enduring anthems of the 60s generation, “For What It’s
Worth,” the opening lines of which appear at the top of this post
(Stills’ follow-up single will be entitled “Bluebird,” which,
coincidentally or not, happens to be the original codename assigned to
the MK-ULTRA program).



Before his arrival in Laurel
Canyon, Stephen Stills was (*yawn*) the product of yet another career
military family. Raised partly in Texas, young Stephen spent large
swaths of his childhood in El Salvador, Costa Rica, the Panama Canal
Zone, and various other parts of Central America – alongside his
father, who was, we can be fairly certain, helping to spread
‘democracy’ to the unwashed masses in that endearingly American way. As
with the rest of our cast of characters, Stills was educated primarily
at schools on military bases and at elite military academies. Among his
contemporaries in Laurel Canyon, he was widely viewed as having an
abrasive, authoritarian personality. Nothing unusual about any of that,
of course, as we have already seen with the rest of our cast of
characters.



There is, however, an even more curious
aspect to the Stephen Stills story: Stephen will later tell anyone who
will sit and listen that he had served time for Uncle Sam in the
jungles of Vietnam. These tales will be universally dismissed by
chroniclers of the era as nothing more than drug-induced delusions.
Such a thing couldn’t possibly be true, it will be claimed, since
Stills arrived on the Laurel Canyon scene at the very time that the
first uniformed troops began shipping out and he remained in the public
eye thereafter. And it will of course be quite true that Stephen Stills
could not have served with uniformed ground troops in Vietnam, but what
will be ignored is the undeniable fact that the U.S. had thousands of
‘advisers’ – which is to say, CIA/Special Forces operatives – operating
in the country for a good many years before the arrival of the first
official ground troops. What will also be ignored is that, given his
background, his age, and the timeline of events, Stephen Stills not
only could indeed have seen action in Vietnam, he would seem to have
been a prime candidate for such an assignment. After which, of course,
he could rather quickly become – stop me if you’ve heard this one
before – an icon of the peace generation.



Another of
those icons, and one of Laurel Canyon’s most flamboyant residents, is a
young man by the name of David Crosby, founding member of the seminal
Laurel Canyon band the Byrds, as well as, of course, Crosby, Stills
& Nash. Crosby is, not surprisingly, the son of an Annapolis
graduate and WWII military intelligence officer, Major Floyd Delafield
Crosby. Like others in this story, Floyd Crosby spent much of his
post-service time traveling the world. Those travels landed him in
places like Haiti, where he paid a visit in 1927, when the country just
happened to be, coincidentally of course, under military occupation by
the U.S. Marines. One of the Marines doing that occupying was a guy
that we met earlier by the name of Captain Claude Andrew Phillips.



But
David Crosby is much more than just the son of Major Floyd Delafield
Crosby. David Van Cortlandt Crosby, as it turns out, is a scion of the
closely intertwined Van Cortlandt, Van Schuyler and Van Rensselaer
families. And while you’re probably thinking, “the Van Who families?,”
I can assure you that if you plug those names in over at Wikipedia, you
can spend a pretty fair amount of time reading up on the power wielded
by this clan for the last, oh, two-and-a-quarter centuries or so.
Suffice it to say that the Crosby family tree includes a truly dizzying
array of US senators and congressmen, state senators and assemblymen,
governors, mayors, judges, Supreme Court justices, Revolutionary and
Civil War generals, signers of the Declaration of Independence, and
members of the Continental Congress. It also includes, I should hasten
to add – for those of you with a taste for such things – more than a
few high-ranking Masons. Stephen Van Rensselaer III, for example,
reportedly served as Grand Master of Masons for New York. And if all
that isn’t impressive enough, according to the New England Genealogical
Society, David Van Cortlandt Crosby is also a direct descendant of
‘Founding Fathers’ and Federalist Papers’ authors Alexander Hamilton
and John Jay.



If there is, as many believe, a network
of elite families that has shaped national and world events for a very
long time, then it is probably safe to say that David Crosby is a
bloodline member of that clan (which may explain, come to think of it,
why his semen seems to be in such demand in certain circles – because,
if we’re being honest here, it certainly can’t be due to his looks or
talent.) If America had royalty, then David Crosby would probably be a
Duke, or a Prince, or something similar (I’m not really sure how that
shit works). But other than that, he is just a normal, run-of-the-mill
kind of guy who just happened to shine as one of Laurel Canyon’s
brightest stars. And who, I guess I should add, has a real fondness for
guns, especially handguns, which he has maintained a sizable collection
of for his entire life. According to those closest to him, it is a rare
occasion when Mr. Crosby is not packing heat (John Phillips also owned
and sometimes carried handguns). And according to Crosby himself, he
has, on at least one occasion, discharged a firearm in anger at another
human being. All of which made him, of course, an obvious choice for
the Flower Children to rally around.



Another shining
star on the Laurel Canyon scene, just a few years later, will be
singer-songwriter Jackson Browne, who is – are you getting as bored
with this as I am? – the product of a career military family. Browne’s
father was assigned to post-war ‘reconstruction’ work in Germany, which
very likely means that he was in the employ of the OSS, precursor to
the CIA. As readers of my “Understanding the F-Word” may recall, U.S.
involvement in post-war reconstruction in Germany largely consisted of
maintaining as much of the Nazi infrastructure as possible while
shielding war criminals from capture and prosecution. Against that
backdrop, Jackson Browne was born in a military hospital in Heidelberg,
Germany. Some two decades later, he emerged as … oh, never mind.



Let’s
talk instead about three other Laurel Canyon vocalists who will rise to
dizzying heights of fame and fortune: Gerry Beckley, Dan Peek and Dewey
Bunnell. Individually, these three names are probably unknown to
virtually all readers; but collectively, as the band America, the three
will score huge hits in the early ‘70s with such songs as “Ventura
Highway,” “A Horse With No Name,” and the Wizard of Oz-themed “The Tin
Man.” I guess I probably don’t need to add here that all three of these
lads were products of the military/intelligence community. Beckley’s
dad was the commander of the now-defunct West Ruislip USAF base near
London, England, a facility deeply immersed in intelligence operations.
Bunnell’s and Peek’s fathers were both career Air Force officers
serving under Beckley’s dad at West Ruislip, which is where the three
boys first met.



We could also, I suppose, discuss Mike
Nesmith of the Monkees and Cory Wells of Three Dog Night (two more
hugely successful Laurel Canyon bands), who both arrived in LA not long
after serving time with the U.S. Air Force. Nesmith also inherited a
family fortune estimated at $25 million. Gram Parsons, who would
briefly replace David Crosby in The Byrds before fronting The Flying
Burrito Brothers, was the son of Major Cecil Ingram “Coon Dog” Connor
II, a decorated military officer and bomber pilot who reportedly flew
over 50 combat missions. Parsons was also an heir, on his mother’s
side, to the formidable Snively family fortune. Said to be the
wealthiest family in the exclusive enclave of Winter Haven, Florida,
the Snively family was the proud owner of Snively Groves, Inc., which
reportedly owned as much as 1/3 of all the citrus groves in the state
of Florida.



And so it goes as one scrolls through the
roster of Laurel Canyon superstars. What one finds, far more often than
not, are the sons and daughters of the military/intelligence complex
and the sons and daughters of extreme wealth and privilege – and
oftentimes, you’ll find both rolled into one convenient package. Every
once in a while, you will also stumble across a former child actor,
like the aforementioned Brandon DeWilde, or Monkee Mickey Dolenz, or
eccentric prodigy Van Dyke Parks. You might also encounter some former
mental patients, such as James Taylor, who spent time in two different
mental institutions in Massachusetts before hitting the Laurel Canyon
scene, or Larry “Wild Man” Fischer, who was institutionalized
repeatedly during his teen years, once for attacking his mother with a
knife (an act that was gleefully mocked by Zappa on the cover of
Fischer’s first album). Finally, you might find the offspring of an
organized crime figure, like Warren Zevon, the son of William “Stumpy”
Zevon, a lieutenant for infamous LA crimelord Mickey Cohen.



All
these folks gathered nearly simultaneously along the narrow, winding
roads of Laurel Canyon. They came from across the country – although
the Washington, DC area was noticeably over-represented – as well as
from Canada and England. They came even though, at the time, there
wasn't much of a pop music industry in Los Angeles. They came even
though, at the time, there was no live pop music scene to speak of.
They came even though, in retrospect, there was no discernable reason
for them to do so.



It would, of course, make sense
these days for an aspiring musician to venture out to Los Angeles. But
in those days, the centers of the music universe were Nashville,
Detroit and New York. It wasn’t the industry that drew the Laurel
Canyon crowd, you see, but rather the Laurel Canyon crowd that
transformed Los Angeles into the epicenter of the music industry. To
what then do we attribute this unprecedented gathering of future
musical superstars in the hills above Los Angeles? What was it that
inspired them all to head out west? Perhaps Neil Young said it best
when he told an interviewer that he couldn’t really say why he headed
out to LA circa 1966; he and others “were just going like Lemmings.”


To Be Continued …



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Before
signing off, I need to make a couple of quick announcements for those
of you who find yourselves thinking, “You know, I really need a little
more Dave in my life. Reading the posts and the books is fine, I
suppose, but I wish I could have a little something more.” If you fall
into that category (and can’t afford professional counseling), then I
have great news for you: mere days from now, on May 20, the DVD release
of “National Treasure: Book of Secrets” will be available at a video
store near you. And better yet, I have been awarded a regular monthly
spot on the Meria Heller (www.meria.net)
radio program, the first installment of which aired on April 20 (she
picked the date, by the way, though it did seem perversely
appropriate). Stay tuned to Meria’s website for upcoming show schedules.
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PostSubject: Re: Laurel Canyon and the Birth of the Hippie Generation   Wed 04 Nov 2009, 4:10 pm

yes I read this stuff, all of it, the other chapters too. It is like a thriller but its not fiction. Truth is stranger than fiction. It is good and worth reading actually. Easier to read if you have an e-ink device.
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PostSubject: Re: Laurel Canyon and the Birth of the Hippie Generation   Wed 04 Nov 2009, 11:20 pm

Makes you wonder if the patriot movement does not exactly mirror this only 30-40 years later. Whos really in charge of this. It is another movement after all no different thanthat of yesteryear.
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PostSubject: Re: Laurel Canyon and the Birth of the Hippie Generation   Thu 08 Dec 2011, 12:52 pm

Excellent interview with Dave McGowan. 14 parts.

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PostSubject: Re: Laurel Canyon and the Birth of the Hippie Generation   Mon 02 Jan 2012, 4:53 pm

I have a lot of respect for Dave McGowan. Thanks for posting.

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