Groovy Times are Rear Again

Welcome back to Castle Rackula, my friends. I hope your Halloween was as eventful as mine. Tony Curtis showed up unexpectedly to the party at about one AM, but I’m still not sure whether that was meant to be a trick or a treat.

But all the debauchery has got me thinking about the most debauched periods I ever lived through (so to speak). There was the French Revolution of course, and the last days of Rome, but nothing really compared to the years I spend hob-knobbing with David Crosby down in Laurel Canyon.

In honor of those heady (pun skin-tended) times, I would like to visit some of my favorite hippie horror movies. So light up that incense, stick on that Blues Image record and join me, won’t you?

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Joe Papp’s esteemed Public Theater in New York City let its freak flag fly – and its tie-dyed costumes hit the stage floor – with the debut of Hair, the “American Tribal Love-Rock Musical”, on this date in 1967.

Aside from a songbook that produced such mega-hits as the title song and "Age of Aquarius", Hair chronicled the ’60s counter-culture with all the necessary flourishes: flower-power, psychedelia, free love, and live nude singers and dancers.

After several stop-and-start stagings, Hair turned on Broadway audiences in 1968, and ran for 1,742 performances at the Biltmore theaters.

The show was revived numerous times and performed by countless groups all over the world. In 1979, Milos Forman directed the movie version of Hair, which features totally groovy nudity (especially in a PG-rated film) from Beverly D’Angelo, along with Nell Carter and Charlotte Raye shaking their groove things in a most mind-expanding manner.

Click the pic to see Beverly D’Angelo in the buff. In public!
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On this date in 1969, it was -- as junk-rocker Jim Carroll would later croon -- too late if you were in love with Sharon Tate.

The luminous fair-haired Texan who had starred in Valley of the Dolls and The Fearless Vampire Killers happened to be in the wrong groovy Los Angeles pad on the wrong hazy night, when the knife-wielding minions of larger-than-death psycho Charles Manson embarked on a massively lethal “creepy crawl.”

Sharon Tate was torn from life tragically, and too early. Fortunately, her film work will live forever. Especially the nude stuff. See more after the jump. more…

Breast-Selling Sex Writer Rachel Kramer Bussel’s Video Trailer for Her New Book Gets, Fittingly Enough, Spanked

Curvaceous literary sex goddess and Mr. Skin Skinterview subject Rachel Kramer Bussel has authored yet another carnal compendium. This one is titled Spanked: Red-Cheeked Erotica, and it makes good -- very good -- on the promise of its name.

Ever inventive Rachel also created a video trailer to promote Spanked, only to have it removed by her usual hosting services Flickr and Vimeo.

See more of Rachel Kramer Bussel nude after the jump, plus answers to the question: What celebrity bad girl would you most like to spank? more…