I first saw "Hair" in 1972 with a super-straight guy in 1972 at the Hollywood Bowl. I have to say that ultimately what I love most about this musical is the music. The productions can't quite measure up, though the performers are extraordinarily talented and graceful. Maybe the acoustics weren't the best--in one instance outdoors vying with the cicadas of early evening and in the other a seat in the second balcony, far right, where I depended on opera glasses in the Kennedy Center opera hall to see anything but a remote puppet show.
Love that music and the very important memoir, skewed as it is toward the dance of stereotypes rather than the agony of temporary activists who forced society to undress itself even as the "Hair" hippies did, and oppose the Vietnam war, even if so many more young men had to die before the rest came home to an unhospitable, almost-hostile reception. And Nixon self-aggrandized by means of this euphemized peace-with-honor.
Meanwhile, Woody Allen, who self-admittedly has been in psychiatric counseling all of his adult life--and what a genius of a therapist he must have--blatantly substitutes a charlatan psychic for a psychotherapist because of the discount self-disclosure the alternative scenario affords. And unlike an unresearched proportion of professionals, the psychic turns the "fall guy"'s life around, having predicted this positive change for a frumpy middle-aged woman no one would predict could find happiness. This she does, with a middle-aged bookseller who also believes in psychics--there is a cameo, parodic se'ance scene one can take or leave.
All of the bloodsuckers, sympathetic though they are at some level, end up floundering, both anticipating more suckling out of Momma's piggy bank, which she ultimately kidnaps. The film starts with a ridiculous midlife crisis and ends up teaching a young woman a lesson: don't quit your day job before you're sure of the promotion. Your "fall-guy" mom might be diverted by a higher quality of love than her ex-husband and daughter provided.
And so, ultimately, money compromises exploitation as well as ideals and an alternative lifestyle. How did the rest of the tribe in Hair survive? All of them off of more lenient parents? Only one instance, other than the scene between Claude and his parents, hints at the power of money over loftier ideals, though antiwar protest extends from stage to orchestra section. I think one member of the audience was actually panhandled, though the response form the middle-aged man, "What do you want?" recalls tolerance as well as resistance of the older generation back then. What did we want?
As the tribe sings, "Peace. Love. Freedom. Happiness." But again, it rests on outside support. All of these beautiful abstracts cost money.
All the left-wing hippies I knew, though they stayed in college throughout the rebellion, retreated from this academic, mostly extracurricular diversion to the American Dream, which is costly but came easily to them. They were brilliant, but not clairvoyant enough to realize that their exit ran up debt and compromised their late-sixties rebellion, to the detriment of all of us.
Bernadette Devlin got married and moved to the "burbs. Joan Baez cut her hair and was photographed behind a baby carriage. Once released from prison for his defiance of the establishment, her so-long-for, so sorely missed husband evaporated. Where he went I do not know. Che Guevara left the middle class for the guerilla life--also quitting his day job without anticipating that all populations weren't like the Cubans, longing for liberation and change. Opting for rebellion over the good life can kill. No offense intended against this heroic iconoclast.
And so I defy anyone out in Cyberspace to offer any two objects or situations that can't somehow be comparable. Both the right wing and the left wing are fighting for their values.
And it looks like money will win out again, just as it did in "Hair" and "You Will Meet a Tall, Dark Stranger."
The Obama people, valiant battle that they may be fighting, just didn't start soon enough. Obama compromised, the only way he could further his agenda, but the other side didn't.
All I can hope for, besides a miracle, is that the public is turned off enough by the consequences of this rebellion from the incumbency to re-elect Obama again in 2012, by another landslide. All those youngsters that must die first.