Bob Schwartz

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Let’s Get Beat

The Last Gathering of the Beats, City Lights Bookstore, San Francisco’s North Beach, December 1965

Pictured:
Allen Ginsberg: Poet, left-center, holding a cigarette.
Lawrence Ferlinghetti: Poet, publisher, owner of City Lights Bookstore, behind Ginsberg, umbrella.
Michael McClure: Poet, standing to the left of Ginsberg, vest and cross necklace.
Robert Duncan: Poet, front row toward the center-right, wearing glasses and beret.
Richard Brautigan: Poet and writer, toward the right, behind the stretcher, light hat and glasses.
Shigeyoshi Murao: Manager of City Lights, seated in the front with wide-brimmed hat.

Note: The title of this post is a version of the title Let’s Get Lost, a jazz standard from the 1940s made famous in the 1950s by legendary West Coast trumpeter and singer Chet Baker. Not exactly a beat guy, but immeasurably cool.

The Beat movement, its heyday in the 1950s and into the 1960s, has been viciously caricatured.

Two things defy and belie this mockery.

First, this was an earnest response to a country and world gone mad. Just years from World War II, Hitler, the spawning of the atomic bomb. Living in an America intent on repressing dissidence and killing attempts to (re)introduce humanity. The beats were the first postwar counterculture, but not the last.

Second, the next counterculture, which included hippies, was also caricatured and mocked (“get a haircut”, “get a job”). This was the natural evolution of the beat counterculture, and there were a number of crossovers. “Freaks” was a term of self-identification that proudly encapsulates what the dominant culture thought of those living and believing differently.

“Let’s get beat” is not a call for cool cats or chicks to grow a beard or learn to play bongos—though beards are again back and playing bongos is fun. It is a reminder that counterculture has a heritage that is just as important as whatever distorted heritage is going to be pushed on us in 2026 as part of the 250th anniversary of America’s declaring its independence. Celebrate the beats, the hippies, the freaks, and all the other cultural free birds. Let’s declare our independence. Let’s get beat!

Psych-Out (1968)

Dick Clark is known as an entertainment impresario, from American Bandstand to Rockin’ New Year’s Eve. Less known is his brief career as an actor and movie producer. One of the three movies he produced in 1968 is Psych-Out.

Psych-Out is a great dramatized on-location non-documentary about the last days of love in San Francisco. The plot is ridiculous, and ridiculously complex and fevered. It begins with Jenny (Susan Strasberg), a deaf runaway, who comes to Haight-Ashbury looking for her brother The Seeker (Bruce Dern), falls in love with musician Stoney (Jack Nicholson), and ends up standing in traffic on the Golden Gate Bridge, her hearing miraculously restored.

Following is the trailer and the entire movie online.

Note: As outrageously over-the-top as this is, know that in countercultural moments aiming for better, which many times fall down and flat, this kind of mockery and ridicule is a standard weapon. Like accusing well-meaning people you hate of eating pets. So many things went wrong so fast with the Summer of Love phenomenon. But like the song goes, What’s So Funny ‘Bout Peace, Love and Understanding?