scum. Young men everywhere began to take a cue from their pop idols and let their hair grow way beyond their ears or even their shoulders, a fashion style that hadn’t been seen for at least 150 years.
Frank: We were somewhat notorious among law-abiding citizens. It had not so much to do with our music. The thing they hated the most was our dirty long hair. We couldn’t even get on a bus in The Hague because of our long locks, the drivers just wouldn’t let us on.
Joop: It was a weird form of “racism”, really. We were also refused entrance at a hotel in Groningen. The clerk saw us coming in and was immediately fixated upon our hair. You could see fear in his eyes! “What’s your business here?,” he asked in a trembling voice. “Well, we booked rooms here,” said Van Soest. The guy went to the back to talk to the management and he took his sweet time. So I pounded on the counter and shouted in a snooty accent, “Can we get some grub here!?” Well that did it, we were immediately told to get out!
Frank: On the way out, Willem kicked
over a table full of food to make sure we would be banned for life.
“We busted in on a board meeting, looking like millionaires. All dressed in expensive suits with big sunglasses. Willem took his place at the big table, unfolded a piece of paper and started reading out the names of executives that should be fired.”
Joop: That was a good laugh but what happened later on wasn’t so funny.
Frank: Well, I thought it was hilarious. We were able to sleep over at a farmer’s home in the village of Sint Nicolaasga. They were real nice folk. We got a good meal and later that night we all went to sleep on our air mattresses in the living room. But the following morning
someone suddenly opened the curtains and we saw a bunch of farmers outside the window, staring at us. At the same time our host shouted, “Look! They really are all boys!” That happened a few times. Every time a new group of farmers came by and up went the curtains. Puppet show at seven in the morning!
Joop: That again, was about our hair, in those days only women wore it as long as we did. People mistook us for girls all the time. For example the time when we came back from Phonogram in Frank’s Fiat Sport convertible. We had the top down, our hair was blowing in the wind and cars started honking at us. But as soon as we turned our heads you saw their faces drop: “Shit. Those are guys!”
Frank: One with a beard and one with a goatee! Guys would honk at us all the time, especially at traffic lights and when they finally saw us from the front they didn’t know what to think!
Joop: And then I would yell: “Hey you wanna have my phone number?” That
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