We revved through the sounds of new music to our ears that was gathering dust by 1970
Finding new daily experience in an old world that was created for our hassle, to be hassled by such, and to smile after the worst was over
We blitzed through the nights to find what was there and take back every morsel of experience captured in memory
We lived our days through what we have done and failed to do- glaciers of thought cover such reflection
We can never have back what we lost, but we can sometimes gain on time… just never get it back
So you have gone your road as other friends
I wish your journey pleasant in mild adventures, may insoluble happiness douse your days, and I hope that you are never burdened
So many days and years swept away like tears on various faces at funerals
Sometimes it is easier to not think about some friends because they are THAT close, but so damn far
How departures become so much more powerful the older one gets
There is one ton of trust in the thought of being able to see someone again
This is the season of reflection; my favorite
It is also a quagmire of every emotion in the light
which get evoked from patterns of clouds down to the wind blowing over the waters of life…
…the scent of the air, the colors of the forests, the clothing, the barren fields
Then there is nighttime
where everything evoked is from pure thought or maybe darkness itself
Sometimes enhanced with libations of tea or sips of a micro brew
Some things never change as others certainly cannot be contained
Besides the temp, sounds, and words nighttime will go unchanged…
yet change is ever changing
There will be another day that we will hang
Perhaps we will saunter
Listen to vinyl
Then there is nighttime;)
MC5 - I Want You Right Now
This is by far the sloppiest band I have ever heard live from the 60s and that is why they are not in the Psychedelic Progressive Garden on Spotify, but this song seriously kicks for the first two minutes and the last one. People chug these guys in the underground like folks did in the above with the Beatles. The Beatles had merit. The MC5 was spirit, but the songs lacked and were soggy. Their Lp, “Kick Out the Jams” is respected by many folks and maybe that is why it has taken me a week to write this. I just got an original and realized that ANY criticism given to Blue Cheer for being “a joke” was not by anyone that listened to THIS album.
I have a friend that says that he met a woman just like him. I wondered to myself, “soooo is she some sort of she-male?” Hours later I brought it to his attention. He didn’t smile, no grimace, not even a breath. If I was a saint it would be the patron saint of completely and utterly pissing people off- no joke. I can see it now: “God please invoke St. Dustin to help me antagonize this person in a very holy and understanding way… (and if by chance that does not thwart)… Bring out the Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch!”
"The limits of tyrants are prescribed by the endurance of those whom they oppress.” - Frederick Douglas
Fall has come, the plums and monarchs are gone, the wild apples and wild grapes are in… rose hips too.
Two Hangmen ~ Mason Proffit ~ #5 KSHE Classic of All-Time ~ Really Cool …
I remember making a tape for my departed friend by the end of the semester. This was one of his favorite songs and he did not have it so it was on the compilation. Like I said; he had a good ear… and a true heart.
This song reminds me of a friend who I have not seen in 19 years. He was a very peaceful person, a fellow mushroom hunter w/a keen ear for music. We met at a semester of college and that was the last time we saw each other. He sent me a postcard with the Velvet Underground debut lp on the cover. Maybe the association of the band/the peace in this song just reflect his goodness. We kept correspondance over the years, but then time gained. I finally tracked him… to his grave. God bless Woodford!
This is a symphonic psychedelic cut from a pretty tight band. Their most powerful song though I have posted before: Overseas Symphony. Enjoy the listen;)
I have been in the thick of it once. My ex-fiance and I were gathering wild plums. We walked into the most psychedelic sight that I have ever seen… 120 yards or so of surrealism. I have not seen it since. If I hit the moment right this year you might be impressed with the debauchery of transcendence.