It must have been 1965. I was in a diner in Tewksbury. Massachusetts. The Hollies were playing somewhere in the area and had booked into a local motel. Two men in the diner had seen the band members going into the motel and were laughing at their appearance. "Gawd, look at their hair! Can't tell 'em from girls!" Ah, the days of a generational divide.
Instead of looking at their hair, perhaps those men should have listened to their music.