Once video cassette recorders became the rage, the movie came out on VHS, and I naturally purchased it...at an exorbitant price (again, at an age before they realized there was money to be made by folks willing to buy movies for home use), but I just had to have it, so I paid whatever they asked.
And now American Graffiti is on DVD and Blue/Ray, all cleaned up and sounding amazing in its digitized format.
Looking back on my love for that movie from today, I find it crazy to think that the story took place only 11 years previous - "where were you in '62"?
I mean, really? Had times really changed that much from 1962 to 1973 that a short 11 year span could be considered nostalgic?
But if you look at what occurred in those 11 years - Kennedy's death, The Beatles and changes in music in general (Duke of Earl to Good Vibrations to A Day in the Life to Dazed and Confused to Low Spark of High-Heeled Boys), Vietnam, protests (civil rights & anti-war), the death of Martin Luther King jr, drugs & the counter-culture (think hippies and Woodstock), fashions (long hair for men, mini-skirts for women), man on the moon - I suppose the differences from '62 to '73 was pretty drastic.
Nowadays, ten years is a blink of an eye, isn't it?
But nostalgia still reigns.
Another lifetime ago, Chuck Berry wrote (and sang) "Ridin' along in my automobile........my baby beside me at the wheel...." a teen anthem of the time.
But cruising, that great national past time once belonging to the youth of America, now belongs to middle-aged men (and women) who have the money and passion to relive their past, and they do so by searching out and painstakingly restoring either a car they fondly remember as a teenager or maybe a dream car they had always wanted to own but never could.
So, instead of traveling back in time to an era from before my birth (as I usually do), I, instead, spent Father's Day weekend closer to my own personal "nostalgia zone" of my own time - the 1950s, 60s, and 70s - and enjoyed our local Gratiot Cruise as well as the Motor Muster at Greenfield Village.
|A '57 Chevy Belair convertible - the ultimate 1950s dream car.|
|In fact, here is a whole slew of Chevy's from the mid-50s!|
|Sitting right next to the turquoise Chevy was this pink Thunderbird (not sure of the year - - 1958 maybe?)|
And the T-Bird from the back end
Gratiot (pronounced grah-shit - - it's French) Avenue has a long history of cruisin' here on the east side where I live. Beginning at 8 Mile Road and heading north through around 14 or 15 Mile Road, the strip would be crawling with cars. And I do mean crawling, for, at one point there were so many cruisers that it was stop and go through most of the ride. I know this for fact, because there were plenty of steamy Saturday nights where I was part of this jam up, radio cranking out the Led Zeppelin or Aerosmith (obviously, I was a teen in the 1970s).
But most of us didn't drive the souped up rides that we see at most cruises these days:
Pretty cool, eh?
Now, if someone had their own car, it was more than likely an old she-bang with plenty of bondo holding it together.
|Okay, maybe not quite like this...|
Actually, to see a car like this on Gratiot in the 1970s would have been the ultimate cool, no matter what the condition. But we never saw anything like this while cruising in the 70s.
Nor did we see anything like these rides...
|But, I suppose, those who cruised in the 50s and early 60s were the lucky ones to see these kind of rides.|
However, in the mid-70s, I did see a few of these awesome cars out on Gratiot:
|This collection of stock cars are all from the great year of 1961.|
And we saw plenty of 60s Mustangs out on Gratiot as well.
|According to the sign, this '65 Mustang is all original, including the paint job. How cool is that?|
For me, as a living historian, I find that cruisin' and car culture are more than just looking at the cool rides moving up and down the avenue. It can *almost* become a reenactment, if done correctly.
I suppose anyone can sit in a parking lot, hood open on their classic auto, and speak about the restoration process or what's in the motor to anyone who happens by.
But to beef it up a bit and maybe add a little bit of cultural history to their display, well, now you have a draw that goes beyond the car itself.
Now you're telling a story...giving a social history lesson...
...such as the following photos show - - -
|Vacation's all I ever wanted...|
As a kid, I thought station wagons were the greatest car. As an adult, they went out of favor and mini-vans took over.
Mini-vans aren't so cool. At least to me they aren't.
|What a great display of accessories from the 1960s. This is what made this car come alive.|
|A couple of sandwiches, snacks, and a bottle of Coke.|
|This is my youth.|
|Now this is the way to present your historic vehicle!|
Sort of like what we do in the historic reenacting world.
|These lovely young ladies, known locally as the Motor City Belles, help to bring WWII America to life by dressing in their early 1940s finest.|
Of course, posing next to authentic World War Two-era military vehicles always makes for a good backdrop!
One of the Motor City Belles happens to be a good friend of mine:
At the Motor Muster held at Greenfield Village every Father's Day weekend, they have taken the extra step to help folks understand that car culture is more than just sitting with your hood open. They have a 'pass & review' where a large grandstand is set up, and it's here that one can hear about the many different styles of cars - not only stock, but hot rods, too:
|It's hard to tell from this picture, but this car is peeling out - the tire was spinning, screeching, and laying rubber as it did so.|
|They also had a special military vehicle presentation. What was very cool about this was the gentleman you see in the center is a WWII vet, and he was announcing this would be his last Motor Muster. He received a standing ovation.|
One of the things I have said to people over the years is that music - especially rock and roll music - burgers, and cars historically go together. What would American Graffiti be like without the awesome music to go with it? One of the best scenes in the movie (if there is a best scene - they're all great!) was during the freshman hop, watching the teens dance as Herbie & the Heartbeats (Flash Cadillac & the Continental Kids) played "At The Hop."
Well, the good folks at Greenfield Village have a record hop on the Saturday evening of Motor Muster. They used to have a 1940s USO radio show, which was very cool, for there was an actual live Big Band playing the swing hits of the day.
But that ended three years ago when they decided to change it up a bit to a teen record hop. As much as I love Big Band and Swing music, I'm really enjoying the record hop!
They began this change by playing the hits of 1963. Last year it was 1964. This year? You guessed it - 1965!
|Many of the young historic house presenters are asked to become a teen from the 60s and get all dressed up in period-appropriate clothing and hair styles.|
Are they excited to do so?
|...don't you think?|
|She did a great job...|
The Greenfield Village dancers did a fine job replicating the past, dancing to the latest hit tunes on the WKNR (Keener 13) Music Guide, including...
|"The Boy From New York City"...|
|...doing 'the Freddie' to "I'm Telling You Now"...|
|No, they're not the Supremes, though they did sing two Supremes' songs. Can you guess which one they're performing here?|
Remember when I wrote above about how car shows and culture are much more than *just* cars?
Well, here you go - - -
Now that's car culture.
That's rock and roll.
And finally, I also enjoyed seeing the historic bicycles displayed by folks who restore them, including these two owned by my friend (and Civil War reenactor) Jacob:
|These bikes have been in his family since they were made - - one from the 40s and one from the 60s.|
I wish I still had the bikes I remember from when I was a kid...
Now, this Good Humor sold-on-a-bike was before my time. It is from 1948.
The earliest Good Humor that I remember, from the late 1960s, was on a motorized truck that had jingling bells signalling "the ice cream man" was on our street.
We'll end this week's posting with a picture of this balding guy who still keeps what hair he has left long standing next to his lovely wife.
Yeah...it's not often 'modern Ken' is seen in Passion for the Past.
But I do exist...see?
|Reenacting the 21st century...or maybe the 1970s with a touch of 60s thrown in.|
Either way, I'm more of a farb in the 21st century than I am from past centuries!
I suppose that's a good thing.
Until next time, see you in time.