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To my dear friend the Praying Mantis….

The Queen of Laurel Canyon

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“Nilsson was concerned about letting the flat to Moon, believing it was cursed. Townshend disagreed, assuring him that “lightning wouldn’t strike the same place twice.”

Viewing an episode of Carol Bennett at bedtime as part of my humorous dissent into the world of dreamland. I saw one with Mama Cass. I always love seeing her cameos. It dawned on me of how she died. Or so I was told years ago that made me sad.

Was told she died while eating a chicken [ham] sandwich. She choked to death.

That haunted me many a night. Yet I felt a strange awareness to look it up on my hand-held device of vast knowledge, or at least a place to find original sources.

And so, this triangular story emerged to my strange delight. A relationship between three talented artists that ran over a few generations, but which music still fills me with joy.

As those who grew up as a Generation Jones type of character within our moving along culture, these three artists have made an impact on us personally and or collectively.

When all we had were a few radio or TV channels to engage us. Or the local record store head shop, where we could spend our pennies.

I was easier then and we kind of were all on the same wavelength. Hidden and curious of what was going on around us. In tune with the songs often easy to hear everywhere.

I am touched by the intimacy which Harry Nilsson shared with both Keith Moon and Mama Cass. Like many popular and successful artists who get to travel the world but seem to navigate in the same hubs.

The narrative is well-documented and frankly it is something I just found out about a few days ago out of a flash of insight now backed up by the facts.

So, this Thanksgiving I am remembering and saying thank you to Mama Cass, Harry Nilsson, and Keith Moon. Three ghosts that came to visit who inspired generations with their songs. They are continuing on.

I am surprised to find out that Harry Nilsson ended up living in Agoura Hills California. Right down the 101 Hwy from my home town of West Hills. Which makes this story a little more special to me.

“Elliot retired to an apartment in Mayfair at Curzon Place at which singer-songwriter Harry Nilsson allowed her to stay. Several hours after Elliot left Jack Martin’s cocktail party, she died in her sleep at age 32.

According to Keith Simpson, who conducted her autopsy, she died of a heart attack, and there were no drugs in her system. Elliot died in Flat 12, 9 Curzon Place (later Curzon Square), Shepherd Market, Mayfair, London, owned by Harry Nilsson.

Four years later, The Who’s drummer Keith Moon died in the same bedroom, also aged 32 years.”

Mama Cass, The Queen of Laurel Canyon

(Passed away at aged 32) Mama Cass, July 29, 1974 Mayfair, London, England

“But you gotta make your own kind of music

Sing your own special song

Make your own kind of music

Even if nobody else sings along.”

~ Make Your Own Kind of Music, Cass Elliot

Keith Moon

(Passed away aged 32) Keith Moon, 7 September 1978, Mayfair, London, England

“I know there’s a place you walked

Where love falls from the trees

My heart is like a broken cup

I only feel right on my knees

I spit out like a sewer hole

Yet still receive your kiss

How can I measure up to anyone now

After such a love as this?”

~ Peter Townshend / The Who

Harry Nilsson

(Passed away aged 52) Harry Nilsson, January 15, 1994 Agoura Hills, California, U.S.

“Me and my Arrow

(Doodle-dee-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo)

Straighter than narrow

Wherever we go

Everyone knows

It’s me and my Arrow.”

~ Harry Nilsson

I was age 16. I grew up with her voice on the radio.

I was 20 years old just entering the punk scene.

34 with a two-year-old son when Nilsson passed away. Here is a fun LP that he did with John Lennon.

Original source.

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[38][39][40] Elliot-Kugell, Owen. “Biography”. The Official Cass Elliot Website. Richard Barton Campbell & Owen Elliot-Kugell. Retrieved August 28, 2016.

“Cass Elliot, Pop Singer, Dies; Star of the Mamas and Papas”. The New York Times. July 30, 1974. Retrieved June 20, 2008.

“Cass Elliot’s Death Linked to Heart Attack”. The New York Times. August 6, 1974. Archived from the original (paid archive) on December 9, 2012. Retrieved June 20, 2008.

[41][42][43] Wilkes, Roger (February 17, 2001). “Inside story: 9 Curzon Place”. The Daily Telegraph. Archived from the original on June 29, 2011. Retrieved June 29, 2011.

“Shepherd Market History”. Shepherdmarket.co.uk. Archived from the original on September 27, 2011. Retrieved September 27, 2011.

West, Rachel (July 29, 2020). “Mama Cass Of The Mamas & The Papas Did Not Die By Choking On A Ham Sandwich, According To Obit Writer”. ET Canada. Archived from the original on August 4, 2020. Retrieved July 20, 2023.

[149] Townshend 2012, p. 268.

To find and seek, not so much anymore.

Dionysian Hollyhock and Morning Glory

I am saturated

Full of life

Books read

Music

And words.

I don’t need

To find and seek

I found so much

Already…

My garage is full

I am content.

I don’t need to see bands

So much anymore.

I don’t need more than a pint.

I eat half of my food

It all is neat

How more clearer life is

I love to create

My passion is

But not filled with crazy hormones.

My anger is full

At injustice

But the seesaw will

Always go this way or that.

To D. Ecstasy ….

Jenn

Liminality is a quality of being in between two places or stages, on the verge of transitioning to something new.

12/`8/2025

Today I went out into my community. I had my hair cut and went shopping. Not, my normal routine. I felt a sweetness in the air, a soft dew in the atmosphere that goodness was wanting to be found. It was a new fresh feeling of discovery as my hair was being cut.

People at the store were nice and everything seemed sweet. A soft hug from the cosmos.

It did not last forever, yet I try to focus on it when the shadow comes a calling.

Je Souhaite, Episode aired May 14, 2000.

The X-Files

Jenn (played by Paula Sorge) was the name given to a very powerful jinniyah by Fox Mulder in 2000.

Jinni money

“That’s the price that we all pay

And the value of destiny comes to nothing

I can’t tell you where we’re going

I guess there was just no way of knowing.”

Today I believe I am the jenii out of an episode of the X-Files.

A couple of weeks earlier I found forty bucks rolled up on the ground.

Today sitting in my local pub, I watched the world go by. I just received my 5^th Covid-19 vaccine from Kaiser.

“Mulder: What would your wish be if you were in my place?

Jenn: I’m not you. It doesn’t matter.

Mulder: No, but I just, you know, I’d like to know.

Jenn: I wish that I’d never heard the word “wish” before. I’d wish that I could live my life moment by moment, enjoying it for what it is instead of worrying about what it isn’t. I’d sit down somewhere with a great cup of coffee, and I’d watch the world go by.”

A freedom. No phone.

My Nutty Burnett

A Pint instead of a coffee.

What is on my mind are all the ugly apartments built along the streets.

The San Fernando Valley is a mixture of apartments, the homeless and cars.

A strange hopelessness is in the fast air.

A cruelty place where there are too many manifesting cars. No planning, just more building.

Across from the old Rocketdyne is a homeless camp. In the far-flung distance one sees the massive apartment building just built during a pandemic and drought here in California.

Out of reach for these homeless people. Apartments built that no one is leasing.

So, I finished my free meal today, a pint of beer and appetizer of Ahi Poke paid for by jinni money.

“I used to think that the day would never come

I’d see delight in the shade of the morning sun

My morning sun is the drug that brings me near

To the childhood I lost, replaced by fear

I used to think that the day would never come.

That my life would depend on the morning sun.”

This is dedicated to Jenn… thank you.

Heavy Receptivity Octopus Rock

Punk Rock Colleague & Historian and Professional Consultant

Hudley Flipside

Revealing Art form The netherworld… captured by Hudley.

“Netherworld” most commonly refers to the underworld, a supernatural realm of the dead in mythology and religion, often located below the earth.

“What is underway is a Plutonian process of change at a cellular level. Kali, the Great Dark Mother, demands that here and now we have the strength to be with what is. To learn radical receptivity to darkness.

Pluto brings to the surface ideas and attitudes that are past their expiration date in order for them to be let go- that is the matrix of transformation and regeneration.”

– LORNA BEVAN MA

http://www.hareinthemoonastrology.co.uk

Tonight is a heavy night… so these three songs bobbed up and down from my subconscious… and floating there… my dance tonight about the dark night…

“The subterranean is a bottomless pit
The vinyl vultures are after it
Moulten lava, sulphur vapours
Smoulder on to obligerate us.”