I was a tad to young to participate in ’67, and my mother wouldn’t let me go to Woodstock (which is probably the last time I ever let her tell me what to do or not do), and so didn’t I join the party until 1970. By that time the narrative had switched from Woodstock to Altamont, and you definitely do not want to have an Altamont theme party (look it up).
So, although reading The Electric Kool-Aid Test and my search for the Merry Pranksters got me on the road to California, and I do have some hippie-cred having lived three months on a commune in Sweden (honestly, I can’t remember why I was there), and I spent a fair amount of time in remote hot springs chanting OM during various equinox’s and solstices – I missed the Summer of Love. Bummer.
If you missed it too, the Production Alliance Network (productianalliancenetwork.com) can re-create it in all of its hazily remembered glory.
The most critical part of any ’67 theme party… the music. You definitely need a great cover band, and although gyrating with outstretched wriggling arms to the Grateful Dead’s Dark Star helped you experience psychic liberation... you really didn’t need a partner (even though you thought you had one). I strongly suggest going the Soul Music route since anything with back-up singers is going to get everyone out on the dance floor with a big smile on their face. It’s irresistible.
Add in a vintage VW van, a Woodie (for the surfing crowd), a Mustang convertible… lots of peace signs, flowers, beads, light shows (lots of them), face painters, street jugglers, poetry readers, tarot and palm readers, big pillows and blankets spread out everywhere (it’s a Be-In… don’t need chairs – OK… you can have a chair)… lots of costume accessories (including wigs), photo booths, have a picnic, a parade… alcohol is still the only legal drug (most places for now), but it will do. Everyone can relax, party, and pretend that everything that happened after the summer of 1967 didn’t happen.