When I was young and skinny I ardently wished I had been born about 1947 in England – and that I got to see the Who and the Stones at little clubs in London before they were big – and rode a Vespa scooter – and went to groovy parties with cool people – unlike (most of) my high school classmates – and the world was wall to wall with cute girls who had exquisite taste in music (they liked the same stuff I liked!), who went shopping for groovy mod clothes, at places like the one in this video … .
(My adolescent mod dream utopia was set in 1965-66, and this video looks more “Swinging London” 1967-68, but still, close enough).
(Dig the boots on the guy at :33. Nice.)
(The Eyes totally rocked. I previously posted their brooding proto-psychedelic gem When the Night Falls.)