Beatles, Music and Dances

I credit Marshall, and the old Bogen amp and turntable, for much of my social prowess at camp. I love, still do, music, still play almost all the record from my younger camp years. Learned about and still enjoy old Hot Tuna from Marshall's reference to their performance on the "Last Days at the Fillmore" Keep Your Lamps Trimmed and Burning (and this was a memory from staff days he has informed me, not camper.). And music was much of the soul of the times. I'm seeing a new generation Beatles fans through "new" releases of really old music (it really should be in the public domain by now). I do wish there was a better sense of the context for this music within it's time. Camp was Bob Dylan and Peter, Paul and Mary and Dylan gave many song writers license to write wonderful and strange songs.
And the thoughts of campfire and actually signing. And singing around the campfire was, at least to me, a more meaningful sense of morality than more purported moral systems. Blow'n in the Wind has had more impact than almost any single piece of writing I can imagine. If I had a Hammer, Dona, Taps...
Of course the silly and fun song, singing loud and badly in the dining hall. It's Irving Newman (Colbert Davis) time imparted a tradition in song--it's silly, sweet, a sense of the place, of the culture. As was ShowBoat teaching Love Potion Number Nine. And Bob and Colbert's strange dirge birthday song--which showed up at my camp last year. Camps are a continua not well understood by physists.
And who was ShowBoat really--sort of like PaHoo--he was camp, made camp what it was.
I know I was a different too. I was terrified to get up and speak in the dining hall--not just nervous, terrified! This was a trait that I carried well into adulthood. But I did get up and do a couple of PSA's and I also gave the infamous "Toilet Paper" speech once.
But it was music that opened doors, made me feel things, see things. Setting up--I can still pictures the stage when they completed dramuda (Drama, Music and Dance) and hanging the speakers along the back wall. And albums, the turntable. Playing records on the turntable. Picking meaningful songs--almost all Marshall's records whcih I'm guessing he still has. Although I do wonder about his sanity when disco came along...
And girls and dancing...