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The Promotional Photo that Speaks Volumes - Livin' the Good Life

Jul. 11th, 2012

09:05 pm - The Promotional Photo that Speaks Volumes

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This photo was recently posted on Facebook (by Steve and others), so I decided to post it here with a little more background and explanation. I've always LOVED this photo! Steve and I were needing a promotional picture to display when we were singing at the Red Baron Restaurant in Yucca Valley. I was 22 and Steve was 26. It was 1971, and I was pregnant with Nathen... thus the empire-style dress. We had recently moved to the desert from LA, and I was wearing contact lenses.... a "city" thing that didn't work for me in the glaring desert sunshine. My eyes watered constantly. So I very quickly ditched the contacts and have forever-after worn glasses. Steve was wearing the very shirt he was buying the day I met him. I remember that day well. I was an innocent, free-spirited teenager wandering around in a "hippie store" called Sidereal Time in Hollywood one day, thoroughly enjoying myself, when a wide-eyed, gentle-looking guy approached me and asked if I could help him pick out a shirt. His band was playing an important gig and he needed to look really good. This is the shirt he was considering, and I approved. We got to talking and before I knew it he was asking me out. We had a date THAT NIGHT, and the rest is history. As I remember, Steve was very polite and confident and smooth. I found him very attractive. I loved his dark features, his long hair, his beard, and his gorgeous eyes. In fact, he looked just like he does in the photo. Handsome! Turns out, we had a lot in common. He loved to talk about deep subjects.... right down my alley. I think he was surprised at how much I knew about philosophy, psychology, astrology and lots of other stuff that girls my age usually didn't think, much less talk, about. He found that attractive. We also had the love of music in common. He, a serious musician, and me, a singer-just-for-fun, found an important link that became a lifelong mutual interest and activity. I became his back-up singer. We found that our voices blended very well together because they had a similar quality. I was singing in the college choir when I met him, and I was all about harmony then. I still am. Anyway, that guy in the picture who lived on a musician's income was the most generous guy I'd ever met. I was struck by how much he wanted to please me and how smoothly and easily he went about winning me over. I'd never met anyone like him before, and I still consider him completely unique. I'm SO glad I ran into him at the hippie store all those many years ago!
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From:(Anonymous)
Date:July 14th, 2012 05:35 am (UTC)
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I never knew you met Steve in a store! It was obviously meant to be. He must have been instantly attracted to you...I mean, that's a pretty bold move to ask a stranger to help him pick out a shirt!

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From:lestermom
Date:July 14th, 2012 01:29 pm (UTC)
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Not bold. He thought I worked there. But, yes, Steve was not a shy person. He'd engage easily with anyone and he went after whatever he wanted without hesitation. He still does!
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From:(Anonymous)
Date:July 18th, 2012 10:17 pm (UTC)
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Oh I didn't get it that he thought you worked there. Well okay, then it was bold to ask a store clerk on a date!

GH
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From:lestermom
Date:July 19th, 2012 12:34 am (UTC)
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I told him I didn't work there, but I'd be happy to help him pick something. I guess I was bold too! You'd have had to have been there to understand. In those hippie days, it felt like EVERYONE was a potential friend, and we were very open to hooking up. Hitchhiking was rampant. (Though I never hitchhiked) There was a trust that quickly disappeared in later eras. Bad people took advantage of it and it was no longer safe. I myself experienced nothing but safety during that time. It felt very benign.
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