Re: Phil S. not the only one who "invented" the wall of sound idea...

On Thu, 25 Oct 2007 09:59:19 -0500, J.P. <jpasano@xxxxxxxxxxx> wrote:

And the rest of the website for wanna be hippys...hint! Leave the cid
alone...

http://www.thebear.org/musicintro.html

Stay away from the brown acid, kiddies, and keep off the goddamn
towers!

They say if you can remember being at Woodstock, you're lying.... If I
can't remember ever being there, does that mean I was (there)?

Thanks for the cool link. I expected an article about Bob "The Bear"
Hite of Canned Heat but was pleasantly surprised to find some old Dead
history.

Wanna be hippys? How about us tye-dyed in the wool for-real oldtimer
hippies? If you want to do some more research into Early American
Hippy History I highly recommend Tom Wolfe's "Electric Kool-Aid Acid
Test" which is all about the period when the Dead first got their
start and what was going on in Frisco at the time. It speaks of the
early Acid Tests, the Merry Pranksters, Owsley, Ken Kesey, the bus,
and more. The story of the first meeting between the Hell's Angels and
the Berkeley student protestors is very entertaining. (For those that
may "miss the bus" here, Sonny Barger wrote a letter to President
Nixon volunteering the Angels to go to 'Nam if they could go as their
own army. That would have been a good action flick, with them riding
their Harleys down jungle trails with handlebar-mounted machine guns.)
The Angels were persuaded by a summit meeting of hippy notables to
turn on, tune in, and drop out. Another good moment is when the
Pranksters drop acid and accidentally end up on the wrong side of the
fence on a segregated beach in the South, on their bus ride through
the American Heartland. Very good stuff, should be required reading
for all high school students.

http://www.lib.virginia.edu/small/exhibits/sixties/kesey.html




Tribalism. What a concept. I think about it often. One might apply it
to our political situation today.

Which is more important? The Indian, or the Tribe?

It seems to me that the Republicans are more in favor of the
Individual, (the Indian), and the Democrats are more in favor of the
tribe, the collective.

One would hope for a balance, a compromise. But that seems hopeless in
today's world. We have been broken up into little self-important
indians, and the Chief and the Shaman work hand in hand to pillage and
;lunder our hunting grounds for their own personal gain.

Preserve Our Essence. The rich and the wealthy will ride out the
coming storm. Their lifeboats are well stocked.



CNNE - Today President Duh-Be-Ya announced a major victory in the War
Against Poverty when he authorized a pre-emptive military strike
against the nation's inner cities and ghettos. SWATT (Special Weapons
Against Trailer Trash) teams roamed the nation's rural areas in search
of insurgents. All units reported unusually fierce resistance from the
enemy and casualties were heavy on both sides.

"No one can be rich while so many are poor!" babbled the president
insanely at a special propaganda session.

Elsewhere in the news US farmers everywhere reported major losses as
crops lay rotting in the field, and the NYSE was left in total
disarray when major stocks hit bottom due to a shortage of toilet
paper in the bathrooms brought on by a mysterious absence of janitors.
"We're in a world of shit!" cried helpless investors everywhere, as
vast empires were flushed down the drain.

This is Pr0fess0r f33st3r of CNNE News.
We now return control of your TV set to you.



I remember a simpler time, when it really seemed like it could work. I
am haunted by the one line in Fear and Loathing, when the Gonzo Dr.,
as he is fleeing the horror that is Las Vegas, talks of seeing the
high-water mark up on the mountains, where the good feelings of the
sixties crested for one brief instant, before it fell crashing back
into the long dark night of the seventies disco-droids. It was truly
sad to see the hippie dream replaced by the crass cheap commercialism
of the seventies. The volkswagon bus was discarded for the Mercedes,
(low easy monthly payments for the rest of your life (it doesn't show
what you own, but speaks volumes about what you might owe)), and gold
chains with little spoons replaced the love beads and the roach clip.

It would be wonderful if we had a Council of Wise Elders to guide us
through these times today, leaders who had the vision to see twenty to
forty years into the future. I have a young daughter, age 23, who has
a long way to go yet, I hope. I fear greatly for her future. I am
saddened by the world she will inherit from me.

I was drafted in 1972 when my "weekend at the college didn't turn out
as I planned". I joined the Navy for 4 years so I wouldn't have to
carry a gun through some rice paddy. I was guaranteed East Coast,
thinking I would go to Europe, but they gave me the East Coast of the
Pacific (San Diego) and sent me on 2 pleasure cruises to Southeast
Asia aboard a destroyer

I have been over the Shit River Bridge. I have been to Oolongapo. I
saw a lot of fierce and bloody fighting when I was there. Every Friday
and Saturday night, and twice on payday, the sailors and the marines
would get drunk as hell and try to beat the crap out of each other in
the dozens of "night spots" that lined the streets of the scenic and
festive resort town that lay across the bridge from the US Navy base
in Subic Bay. I was lucky that was the worst it ever got.

I feel very strongly about what is going on today around us. Back then
it was known that you could evade the draft by college, marrying and
having a child, (worse fate for a 19 year old than the draft), going
on a 2 year Mormon Missionary trip (no choice for others, expected of
young Mormons - Hi, Mitt!) or, if your daddy had the strings, joining
the National Guard. (Hi, dubya!) In those days the weekend warriors
stayed at home protecting the nation from coke-can wielding college
students. Talk about your school shootings! The worst case in history
was when the US Government opened fire on unarmed students. (Four dead
in Ohio.) No telling how it might have turned out if the students had
been heavily armed. Who knows! Maybe even young duh-be-ya might have
been called in to napalm the school cafeteria. That would look good on
his political resume. William "Better Living Through Chemistry" DuPont
would have loved him for it.

We know for sure Duh-Be-Ya was never in Cambodia.

Today Fearless Leader has nearly destroyed the Guard. New Orleans was
testimony to this. Next he'll be sending in the Boy Scouts.

Let's revive the draft. New lottery based on Yo' daddy's tax return,
richest kids first, no deferments. Let's get fat-ass complacent
America up and off the couch and out screaming in the streets.

What an ugly feeling of deja vu. I never would have predicted back
then that we would ever find ourselves locked into some kind of
horrible mess like we are now.



"Hey, Rock-Head, watch me pull a WMD out of a hat!"
"Ah gee, Chimpwinkle! That trick never works!"

------ R - O - A - R - ! - ! - ! ----------










How was everyone's Samhain? Mine was very pleasant and enjoyable,
despite all the trouble that my goat, Bubba, caused. But that is not
unusual for him to cause trouble. One time he managed to get his fool
ass abducted by aliens. They came in low over the pasture in a flying
saucer that looked like a 1958 Cadillac with too many tail fins and a
dented right front fender. They must have been soused on star juice
from the way they were doing fishtails and donuts just over the
pasture grass. The next thing I knew there was a bright flash of blue
light and then Bubba and saucer were gone.

I was rather relieved to finally get rid of the troublesome Bubba but
my happiness was short-lived, for they were back in a few hours. It
seems that in their state of altered consciousness they had mistook
Bubba for someone named "Jar-Jar" and after sobering up were less than
pleased to find a goat in their midst, for they didn't even slow down
very much nor get very low when they dumped him out the back door.

Bubba bounced off the goat-shed roof and did a flying rolling
cartwheel full of goaty legs and goaty nose and goaty tail, slamming
hard into the pine tree on the other side of the driveway, and
finished by dropping 20 feet to the ground where he decided to take a
little nap.

I was very concerned and immediately rushed over to the computer desk
to write a posty note to advise myself to check for damage to the
goat-shed roof first thing in the morning after coffee. Bubba was
already in trouble and if there was anything messed up he was going to
get a double ration of hell. I'm really tired of him screwing things
up around here with his carelessness.

Luckily for him there was nothing wrong with the roof when I looked it
over the next morning. He was still lying at the base of the pine
tree, looking rather crispy and burned around the edges. He didn't
seem to be functioning so I drove the car down to where he lay and
attached the jumper cables to the battery and to his nose and his tail
to see if I could jump-start him. I left the car on high idle and went
to fix breakfast.

After breakfast and more coffee I went to see if he was operational
yet. He still wasn't responding so I gave him a fierce booting in an
attempt to kick-start him. I noticed a small improvement. I felt
better. But it had no effect on Bubba. I booted him again, then
re-booted him several more times. Finally his operating system came
on-line. "Bleagh," was all he had to say. I think that trip in the
saucer kind of dumbed him up a bit. He acts like he wants to run for
President. Bubba doesn't learn very fast.





But that was nothing compared to last night. This kid dressed like a
pencil-neck bug-eyed frog shows up wearing a glove with a glowing red
fingertip and wants to know if Bubba can go out trick-or-treating.
Since Bubba was good all week I let him go, thinking I would rob half
his candy later. I gave him the cell-phone in case of trouble, and off
they went. Before he left, the kid waved his hand at Blossie (another
goat; another story) and she turned into a princess, who left
immediately in a Cadillac that smelled like pumpkin pie. As she sped
away I called out to her to be home before midnight. I made a mental
note to check Walmart to see if they had any more gloves like this kid
had. I figured I would get a good deal after Halloween.

Later that evening I was sitting out front, smoking my medicinal herb
(the pain; the pain.....), feeling the pleasant effects of my
after-dinner dessert of Liberty Caps (they grow all over the goat
pasture) and watching the usual assortment of other-worldly creatures
flying back and forth silhouetted against the big round moon, when one
of those shapes seemed familiar. I looked closer and was astonished to
see Bubba pedaling a bicycle, with the geeky little kid sitting on the
handlebars, making circles around and around the pasture, 50 feet up
in the air. Damn that Bubba! I told him to never ride a bicycle
without a helmet. "Bubba T. Binks!" I called out to him. No answer.
The geeky little kid kept waving his finger around and Bubba kept
pedaling and they kept flying around the pasture. "Bubba T.!" I called
out to him again. Still no answer. "B.T.! Phone home!" I yelled out at
the top of my lungs. That got results. The little geeky kid looked
around in surprise, and at that moment they suddenly lost their
balance and fell tumbling through the air and crashed through the goat
shed roof. I ran down to the goat shed and stole half of their candy
before they came to.

Blossie came home after midnight, back to her usual goaty self,
wearing one glass slipper. I don't know what that is all about.

Talk about your Green Acres! Bubba the goat outclasses Arnold the pig
anyday.





"I've been living, with a bear,
in a big house, full of blues.....
goin' back through the years,
hear any record you choose.....
Sun is shining down, and the bear,
is rolling in the shade..........."

All right, class, who wrote that?




This is D0ct0r rAtStAr saying,





"Good night;






- and have a nice day."
.

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