Radio Nova played School’s Out this afternoon. A grey November afternoon seemed a strange time to play Alice Cooper’s summer anthem; one wonders what he would have made of it, but whatever he thought, he would appreciate the royalties. Alice Cooper is nothing, if not direct, his reflection on the Flower Power era is very succinct:

The hippies wanted peace and love. We wanted Ferraris, blondes and switchblades.

There could be no complaints about a lack of truthfulness there

But take away the flick knives, and was the distance between the hedonism of Alice Cooper and the dropped out lifestyle of the hippies so great?

The hippies were like exotic beasts to the people of our conservative, traditional English shire. They had ways of life which seemed strange to our old-fashioned farming community. They drove battered old vans. They had long hair and brightly coloured clothes. Some grew and smoked cannabis, a lot of the time without much attention from the police. They were altogether different from the people we knew.

Some had come to Glastonbury because they believed that Glastonbury Tor, the hill outside of the town, was the centre of the Earth. Given the fact that I could see Glastonbury Tor from my bedroom window, I found it hard to believe it was the centre of anything. Some believed there were “ley lines”, lines of some sort of power or force; these lines went around the world and supposedly met at Glastonbury.

Some of the hippies believed odd things. Some believed there was power in crystals and pyramids. Some believed the future could be foretold; some believed you could tell a person’s future by reading Tarot cards; some believed in astrology, that our lives were controlled by the stars.

It was supposed to be that if you were up in the air above Glastonbury, you could see the signs of the zodiac arranged in a circle in the countryside around the Tor. I looked at a photograph taken by an aeroplane of the area where you were supposed to be able to see these things; it looked just like fields and hedges to me. Years later, looking at a picture of the area on Google Earth, the zodiac remains as invisible as ever

The people who gathered around Glastonbury included some who believed in what my mother called “black magic”; trying to call up the spirits of the dead; trying to use the powers of darkness. They seemed to have believed strongly in the black and sinister powers. One man who got a house in our village is said to have moved because someone painted a pentagram, a five pointed star, a symbol of black magic, on the door of his house.

To be fair, most of them were innocent and harmless. They said they believed in love and peace (except, presumably, with those on whose doors they painted pentagrams) and seemed to think they could find it in our little corner of the country. For a while, there was a hippy encampment on a hill six miles from our village. Family groups lived in tepees. The women seemed to be responsible for most of the work while the men talked. Where they found money for food and petrol and the stuff of everyday life was never clear. Maybe they claimed National Assistance payments (or whatever social security was called at the time); maybe they came from wealthy families; what they did not do was to work.

So, what about their similarities with Alice Cooper?

Didn’t they both believe in sex and self-indulgence, except that Alice was honest enough to admit it?