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60's Music Mixed Well With Weary Teens

Updated on October 16, 2019
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Kenneth, born and raised in the South, resides in Hamilton, Alabama. He enjoys sharing his unique perspectives on life through his writing.

Here Are The Main 60's Singing Stars Whose Songs I Used To Attract Pretty Girls


Okay. I admit it. Call me a throw-back to the era of tie-dying, hard-rock music, sandals, and sunglasses. Call me, if you like, a faded-out, burned-down, “hippie,” and I won’t be the least bit hurt. You can call me all of these things and I won’t lift my tongue to argue with you for you would be right. For the most part, except the part of me being a “hippy.”

My hometown was so conservative, that Ricky Nelson was considered detrimental to society by our older folks. No, I was content, along with my other friends, who were starving to tune-in, turn-on and fly away with the great music and fads of the “Turbulent Sixties,” that we called ourselves, “Near-Hippies.” You have heard of “near-beer,” that sort of thing.

The “Turbulent Sixties,” were really not that turbulent down where I lived and still live in “sweet home,“ Hamilton, Alabama. The most turbulence we experienced was seeing a transfer student, with long hair, scruffy hippy clothes, named Mickey Mills, (from, (gulp, I shake to speak this name), California--home of the Drug Culture; Rock Music and long hair. Yeah, that state. My high school teachers and principal, God rest you, Mr. Joe L. Sargent, was so conservative that if your hair (speaking to the guys), just ‘kissed’ your eyebrow, you were called an instant troublemaker. A rebel rouser. A malcontent. And shunned by the horde (not hordes, for my high school, Hamilton High School, Hamilton, Alabama), of squeaky-clean, properly-dressed, and silent followers of anything “establishment,” and what “the man” said went for these poor, lovable friends of mine.

Us ‘near-hippies,’ didn’t put these kids of the system down, we accepted them for who they were while they, in groups of three, maybe five, gathered in the hall at break time--like blackbirds on a power line, whispered about us being a threat to the very American school system. Remember now. We were not ‘full-blown hippies, but near-hippies” so what threat? What rebellious attitude? Confidentially, we did think it was sort of cool to be in the company of Bob Dylan, Jerry Rubin and Abby Hoffman, the real radical-thinkers of our day.

Oh yeah. Each day brought new challenges for us “near hippies.” We would always walk with one eye looking over our shoulder for we never knew who might be after us and those Agriculture students can be pretty forceful. And the guys in that Ag class can as well. We were having a proverbial ball--sharing what “real hippy” information we had gathered the night before from WLS, Chicago or any FM rock station our $35.78 portable radio’s could pick up. It was a blast being a ‘near-hippy,’ one time I remember us ‘near-hippies’ forming a one-time ‘near-protest’ at our junior year, homecoming bonfire. Yeah, man. We showed up dressed like our mentors: the real hippies. We dressed in our dirtiest tie-died jeans, bandannas, and sunglasses. That was the only insensible part of our image. The sunglasses at night. I pulled mine off for my eyes were hurting.

Us ‘near-hippies’ were near-protesting the War in Viet Nam, just like the real hippies in San Francisco, Los Angeles, Washington, D.C., and we were going to make a stand. When the bonfire reached a crescendo of flame--mixed with the enthusiasm of the crowd of mostly-cool teenagers from our high school, we raised our right hands when the Hamilton High School marching band played our school song. Thing was, no one seemed to know what we were doing there near the bonfire with right hands raised in the air. Guess they thought we were supporting the band. No one came up to us after the yearly big bonfire event and said, “Hey, cool! We are with ya’” Not a teen. Not a sigh of support. But we were not going down that easy.

The next day we did the ultimate in rebellion. Inside our lockers, we took magic markers and drew peace symbols all over the locker walls. And wrote the slogan, “Make love, not war” on the locker wall as well. That would show them who was not afraid of the American system. Even with this, the other teen friends, what teen friends we had, never bothered to pat us on the back, shake our hands, or nod in agreement. It was just like we near-hippies were opaque. Lifeless forms of humanity from some B horror movie from the 50’s, “I Was A Lifeless, Friendless, Teenager,” now showing at a theater near you.

But our God is a merciful God. As my ‘near-hippy’ days were now in high-gear, I was fascinated with another tool that the music of the 60’s gave me: Singing 60’s songs as a way to impress pretty girls. Single blond, brunette, redheaded girls. Girls who breathe. Walk under their own power. Okay. Any girls. I was literally like a ‘teenage (kid) in a record shop’ with this new-found magic to make the pretty girls become interested in me, a ‘near-hippy.’ I was almost guilty of how easy it was so simply sing a few hit, hot songs of the 60’s and in the blink of an eye, (okay. Honestly, sometimes with the speed of a bridge that lets up for ships to pass) the girl who listened to my singing was like a helpless, innocent jaybird gazing into the eyes of a king cobra. Need I say more?

Seemingly, I was the only ‘near-hippy’ guy who knew this powerful ‘secret weapon’ to gain points and possible dates with our high school’s (Hamilton High School, Hamilton, Alabama) more eligible and gorgeous girls--without doing one bit of manual, stressful labor. Just sing songs from our era’s hottest singers. And with that being said, I want to share with you now, and not for anyone to poke fun at me, the artists whom I used and their songs I sang to impress many girls who fell victim to my amazing 60’s crooning.


“Help” - when I sang this song to pretty girls in the 60’s, some, out of concern, called the police.

“Hey, Jude” - girls mostly thought I was singing, “I’m Rude,” and walked away from me.

"Michelle,” - my most-potent weapon of song. It worked on girls named Michelle, not those who were named Janet, Barbara and Susan. I take that back. Susan wasn’t that choosy in men.

“I Want To Hold Your Hand” - sometimes worked. Most girls thought me to be a teen psychic.


“Imagine” - did just that to girls. They stood and only imagined going out with me.

“Mind Games" - confused lots of pretty girls. Me included. I gave up this song early on.

“Crippled Inside” - is what I would sing when turned-down by the girl I was singing into submission.


“You’re Sixteen” - worked like a charm. On girls who were 18 and 19. It’s a law of nature that women always want to look younger as they age. The girls of 18 and 19 all were either drop-outs who smoked cigarettes, wore three layers of make-up, (which I didn’t turn away), or had criminal records. The sixteen-year-olds were few and far between and were highly-cautious.

“Yellow Submarine” - caused some girls to want to travel, but with another guy.


“Somebody To Love” - went over great. Girls who heard me sing this were all looking for someone to love. Except “I” was not the guy they were looking for, but I used this song a lot because I loved Grace Slick’s vocal range.

“White Rabbit” - no girls said, “awwww,” (like girls say when hearing about cute animals), they only grew angry when I couldn’t produce a cute, white bunny from underneath my coat.


“Help Me, Rhonda,” - was a great attention-getter for girls to look at me. Even girls named “Rhonda,” were confused at what I wanted them to help me with. Fact: Not many girls in Hamilton High School were music experts like my ‘near-hippy’ friends and me.

“Darlin’” - oh yeah! Now this particular song, DID gain me a date. Not two. But a date with a girl whose name eludes me, but I think we had a great night.

“Good Vibrations” - I spent too long explaining what Brian Wilson was really talking about in this song to make points with girls. But honestly, some girls were astonished at how I could sing all the parts of this song by myself.

CREAM . . .

“Sunshine Of Your Love” - girls thought I was a creepy pervert when I sang this song to them. You see, pretty girls of a rural background are not as ‘hip’ as the girls in bigger cities, and this rule applied to the girls in my high school in the 60’s. They did though, remain steadfast to hear this song. I am thankful that I wasn’t escorted from the school property.

“Crossroads” - Robert Johnson, blues icon, who allegedly sold his soul to satan at a crossroads in Greenville, Mississippi, for this song, would be proud. And ashamed. Proud that I used his song to get girls, and sad because none of them knew the words.


“(I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction” - pretty much became my personal theme song when seeking the company of pretty girls. Not many of these rural beauties (and I loved them), liked Mick Jagger because they were jealous of his lips being bigger than theirs. This was the main obstacle when I would belt out this song to pretty girls. And this song stayed with me as years rolled by and I found myself frustrated at being without female companionship. Wonder (to this day), if Jagger and The Stones ever appreciated my loyalty.

“Jumpin’ Jack Flash” - had the girls rocking alright, but they would listen for a few minutes then tell me to ‘jump’ off a cliff for they didn’t like ‘hippy’ music.


“Born To Be Wild” - I remember how it went down. I would approach a pretty girl. I would be dressed in tie-die jeans, tee-shirt with “End The War” wording, and huge, RayBan sunglasses like Steppenwolf founder, John Kay. I would sway back and forth doing “Born To Be Wild” and when I opened my eyes (I did this when I really got into a song), the girl would be long-gone. And it’s no fun, I tell you, to be ‘wild’ when you are all alone.

“The Pusher” - failed miserably. Not one pretty girl stayed around to hear the rest of the song after they heard God’s name in vain in the chorus. But one girl, a “Patty,” from a nearby town, Brilliant, Alabama, loved “The Pusher.” Even me singing this hit for Steppe wolf. She confessed later that she never knew what John Kay meant by defaming God’s name. She loved the ONE date we had.


“Sittin’ On The Dock Of The Bay” - was, what I thought, to be a sure-fire date-getting song. Nope. I was a white guy failing-by-the-minute singing a great song by a great singer, Otis Redding. Not even the black girls in my school appreciated my love for Otis. I admit that I was pretty sharp when the whistling came up at the song’s end. The teachers who scolded me for making noise in the hallway didn’t think I was sharp.


“Dream A Little Dream of Me” - went over pretty good with some girls. But they had this one reoccurring remark, “I thought that Mama Cass was a woman,” as I would really let-loose on Cass’ melodic tone in this song.

“I Call Your Name” - I would sing this one to prove that I was really in love with the girl of that moment. Some shed tears while some wept. But not for their love for me, but for how my cracked voice made Michelle Phillips sound manly. I didn’t sing this song that much after I learned this heartbreaking fact.


“(Let Me Stand Next To Your) Fire” - came off as a troublemaker song. I had to really get in the girls’ heads to convince them that I only wanted a date with them, not to set fire to the Hamilton City Hall or Hamilton High School itself. Talk about a rough crowd.

“Crosstown Traffic” - was okay I guess. Some girls who had cars in our senior year only laughed as they drove away from me. You see, sometimes, to throw girls off, I would NOT sing to them in the hallways, but in the parking lot at our high school. Good thing the local police in Hamilton and I were good friends, otherwise, I would have been thrown in jail for causing a public disturbance.

“Voodoo Chile” - was way over the girls’ heads. This one really made me look stupid. But it gained me some laughs and a good buddy, a legendary ladies man, Donnie Clayton Burgett, a real guy, still around today, told me that one secret to get a girl is to first make her laugh then it’s easier to ask her out. Donnie was right. I got them laughing. At me. And turned-down a lot. But the girls were happy as they vanished from my sight.


“Move It On Over” - was the song I sang to the one-hundred percent rural pretty girls who were sitting in booths in our local teen hang-out, McCracken’s Dairy Freeze. They would look at each other, roll their pretty eyes, and giggle. That meant “get lost” along with their obvious display of ignoring me. Oh the café owner DID like Hank Sr., and didn’t charge me for my Coke on crushed ice.

“Lovesick Blues” - you guessed it. This song was on my lips SOME, not a lot, after what girls DID give me a date only to find one of the jock’s better looking. Now I could accept a split-end from the football team, but a member of the girls’ volleyball team! Thanks a lot, Hank.


“Family Tradition” - one of Hank Jr.’s biggest hits. I loved to sing this to girls who liked Hank Jr. This song didn’t get me any dates with them, for they all turned me down like a cheap sheet in a Motel 6 and said with a devilish smile as they walked away, “Kenny, you getting turned down by us girls should be YOUR family tradition,” and I guess this song became my family tradition in time.

“Born To Boogie” - didn’t do that well either because ‘these’ girls in my high school wanted the ‘whole package’--romanced with cards, gifts, and even a dinner (but our choices of ‘fine’ eating establishments to take girls was limited), kept ‘dancing with myself’ as I was not a successful Don Juan as my buddy, Donnie Burgett was. I guess that I was the impatient type--wanted to skip the cards, flowers, dinner and head straight to ‘make-out city.’ Now I learn this.


Had only one hit song, “Alone Again, Naturally,” and now I am so ashamed, humiliated, but want to be upfront with all of my Hub followers and would-be Hub followers. I sang Gilbert’s one hit so many times that I sang myself into deeper, darker levels of depression at getting (some) dates with a girl or two, fall madly in love with them, and them do the same with me, and in a day or two, I would get “the” phone call. The call that all men--married or single dread to get. The call where the girlfriend or wife says the most-dreaded, feared and heart-crushing words spoken by any human being alive, dead, past, present or future, “We need to talk.” Seldom did these ‘talks’ go my way. It was either the girl had found a new scholastic interest, that was a mild way of letting me down easy for the girl finding a much-more-talented guy, who had money, car, prominent parents and a promising future in the banking industry. Not like me, a struggling ‘near-hippy’ with absolutely no talent when it came to singing.

Yes, if I were to meet Gilbert O’Sullivan today in 2011, I think that we would instantly be good friends for I would tell him just how much I appreciated him for writing his one hit song and how it gave me a new awareness for placing all of my confidence in JUST ONE GIRL, which I found out the hard, painful, depressing way, can lead to loneliness, low self-esteem and losing all interest to take singing lessons.

Maybe next time I will share with you, my talent for “Tap Dancing My Way To Romance.”

© 2011 Kenneth Avery


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    • kenneth avery profile imageAUTHOR

      Kenneth Avery 

      9 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      Hi, ann! Thank you for the sweet compliment. And although you are correct, I DO LOVE MUSIC . . .I am unable to pen any songs. Do you? I mostly dabble in abstract/prose poetry, fantasies of the unseen dimension around us and hubs. I have always wished I had music talent for playing, singing and writing...but God didnt give me any of these things I wanted. Just what I got now. And Im thankful. Or will spend my life learning to be thankful. Am I making sense?

      Thanks too, ann, for the votes. I appreciate you.


    • anndavis25 profile image


      9 years ago from Clearwater, Fl.

      Kenneth, you bright boy! I do believe you are a music am I. You write songs? You have the wit and heart for it.

      up, awesome, funny.

    • kenneth avery profile imageAUTHOR

      Kenneth Avery 

      9 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama


      Hi, Happyboomernurse..."Sincerely, thank YOU, for your lovely comment. I had all but forgotten this hub and I thank you for the reminder. Now I will sing for my next number, for my new and Good friend, Happyboomernurse, "A Day in Life," by Paul McCartney from the album, Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band. Hope YOU enjoy this. Okay, fellas. In "D." And thanks so much for the votes. Relax and hope my singing doesnt freak you out. Hey, that gives me an idea. If I could afford it, I would buy a video camera, record ME singing a Paul song for you, upload it to YouTube then download it to a hub and then YOU could see and hear it...well you could do that on YouTube, but attached to a hub, it might cover my lack of singing talent. You are a gem, Happyboomernurse. I am so blessed to know you. And have you in my life.


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      Gail Sobotkin 

      9 years ago from South Carolina

      I was a "Paul Girl" - anything by the Beatles would have charmed me, but seriously though, love the witty way you wrote this hub. It was a fun trip back to the 60's and all the angst of the teen years.

      Voted up across the board.

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      Kenneth Avery 

      9 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      eyeballkid . . .THANK YOU so MUCH! I had forgotten this one. Really. And I appreciate getting the chance to make one person happy. That, my friend, is what makes ME roll. And if I see Gilbert, I will tell him hello for you.

    • Theeyeballkid profile image


      9 years ago

      Haha this is pure Gold Kenneth. Brilliant stuff, the Gilbert O Sullivan paragraph had me in stitches (very true though).

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      Kenneth Avery 

      9 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      Hey, SpiffyD, THANKS A LOT, FRIEND, for the warm comment. This made my day a lot brighter. When writing this hub, I remember being suddenly-depressed at the losses of girls, not the conquests, if you will. Oh well, the lion seldoms captures its prey on the first lunge. Guess that compensates. But more importantly, thank YOU for taking time to comment. May God give YOU something GREAT today! Sincerely, Kenneth

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      9 years ago from The Caribbean

      Kenneth, I enjoyed the spin that you put on each song. Indeed, I love oldies, although I am a child of the 80s (I have a CD of Frankie Vallie and the Four Seasons). On that note, I'm surprised you didn't include a couple of their tracks. For the moment I was going through your list of songs, it was as though I time turned back. This hub put a smile on my face today.

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      kenneth avery 

      9 years ago

      Dear GPAGE: Thank YOU so very MUCH for this comment on this hub. I value ALL Of these comments. ALL! And I am going to FOLLOW you right now, GPAGE! Thanks and you have a peaceful night or day!

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      9 years ago from California


      This made me laugh so much! I really got a kick out of this...really enjoyed it! I am looking forward to reading more of your work. Best, GPAGE

    • kenneth avery profile imageAUTHOR

      Kenneth Avery 

      9 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      Dear Sueswan, "Wow, thank YOU so much for YOUR comments, compliment and votes on this 60's Songs hub. I appreciate YOU for that. A LOT! I too LOVE this era in music history. And sometimes download a ton of them for Facebook, but not as much since I found HubPages. Thanks again, Sueswan. You are not only a great writer, but a greater friend.

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      9 years ago

      Hi Ken,

      "Do you want to know a secret?" I love your wit and humour.

      There was sure some great talent from the 60's.

      Will never forget seeing the Beatles on the Ed Sullivan show.

      Look forward to reading more of your hubs.

      Voted up, up and away.

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      9 years ago from Rocky Mountains

      We grew up around the same time. This brought back many fun memories. I was somewhat of a flower child myself, so I prefer to listen to these great oldies. Mahalo nui loa (thank you very much) in Hawaiian.

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      Gypsy Willow 

      9 years ago from Lake Tahoe Nevada USA , Wales UK and Taupo New Zealand

      Oh! those were the days. I don't think pop music has ever excelled the Sixties. Otis Reading singing "Sitting on the dock of the Bay" is one of my all time faves. I included it in "My Obituary" hub. I enjoyed reading your near hippy antics.

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      Rosemary Sadler 

      9 years ago from Hawkes Bay - NewZealand

      Ah brings back a lot of memories. Had a lot of smiles reading your hub.

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      Nicolina Kenna 

      9 years ago

      The beatles, now those were good love songs!

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      9 years ago

      Super hub!

      Looking back at my life, I defintely can find a few songs too, sadly not as great as the beatles. We're talking about backstreet boys and the likes lol.

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      9 years ago from The beautiful Napa Valley, California

      This is hilarious, Kenneth Avery! I am LOL and LMAO!! Too funny...and very very clever and smart. too bad the girls back home were so backward as to not see how cute and entertaining you must have been! Hahaha! Love it!

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      Linda Rogers 

      9 years ago from Minnesota

      Kenneth, I had so much fun reading this hub. I loved the pictures, the bands, and the stories of your teenage years. You little crooner :-) LOL I really liked Gilbert O'Sullivan. That song you wrote about is so sad but beautiful too. Thanks for making me smile :)

    • ournote2self profile image


      9 years ago

      It's crazy how much music can influence a person's life. Great hub.


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