When the Summer of Love bloomed in San Francisco, Owsley Stanley’s name circulated with a mixture of awe and mystery. Behind the myth of the 1960s counterculture — behind the Acid Tests, the sonic experiments, the electrified nights — stood Stanley, a figure as pivotal as the more visible prophets of the time.
Something about the film, Crazy Stupid Love, draws me in to watch it again. We know some of the reasons Crazy Stupid love works for us have a lot to do with human frailty and the sagas that make up an average life.
Van Morrison’s music is more than just songs—it’s an experience that transcends the everyday and brings listeners into realms of spiritual exploration, emotional depth, and cathartic release.
