1976 – 1977
Son of Sam
I miss dancing at clubs. The Mind Shaft in Calabasas CA was a great little spot to dance. It was a small tree fort type bar with a dance area and small stage for the usual loser cover bands. We drank outside before entering because we were under age. The drug & drinking scene was damn low-key at the time. No police, no trouble, just a little town. I was asleep, for most parts, to the world around me.
I heard a song today that reminds me of the Mind Shaft. The song No One Knows, by Queens Of The Stone Age reminds me of a song that a few of the cover bands drank through. I mean while trying to play their instruments and while stumbling and singing. We still danced.
Yes, it is a similar tune. Funny how certain riffs and tunes can blow over into new generations of music. I guess if you live that long, one can pick up on these things. Lost songs that sound like this song woke me up, as well, as the vast amount of serial killers. Fun and scary times.
1977 Holly Ho and Sue Blue with our Mind Shaft T-Shirts, Our Mind Shaft Days summer of ’77.
Charmander my first one today…
Last night the kids hit the streets looking for Pokémon ! I was not really into the whole thing, even though my oldest son grew up and knew all the players ! The first movie I took oldest son to see was the first Pokémon movie, Pikachu’s Summer Vacation. A delightful cartoon animation and an enjoyable new experience for the both of us ! His generation grew up with Pokémon, The Matrix, Lord of The Rings And Harry Potter. He read the books and played the games. It is natural that his buddies, and my youngest son, would enjoy this new phenomena socially! It is cool they are gathering at places with other Pokémon enthusiasts!
It reminds me when my buddies and I hit the streets. We cruised Van Nuys Blvd in Van Nuys Ca. ! We drove up and down the Blvd. with a loud car radio blaring! We gathered with others socially too and made new friends. (before gang, drug or cop problems) I see that my kids’ generation has a new thing going! I joined in and already caught two Pokémon. I may not get into this stuff as I did cruising Van Nuys Blvd in the ’70s, but it is free and kinda fun as cruising was! It is not hurting anyone!
Van Nuys Boulevard Cruising: Early 1970s
Shelly rode a beige mare, maybe a Palomino, but I forgot which breed, regardless she was a smart horse. Shelly and her horse lived in Burbank and came to visit. A horse trailer brought the mare over to stay with Sony in his corral. That mare taught Sony how to get out of his corral. There were two wood posts that slid into two metal u supports , which secured the entrance to Sony’s corral. Shelly’s mare pushed under the two posts with her nose and sent the two horses free one summer day. After that, I had to secure the entrance with a nylon rope. Otherwise, Sony was found roaming the hillside on his own. He even charged up Canoga Ave once. He found his way home again. One thing I could always count on was; hay and oats were always on a horse’s mind. Lucky for us the hills were open and wild, and not as many cars traveled the roads back then. We lived in the outback.
She was Sicilian, smart and manipulative and came from a broken home. Shelly was not a fool. Ruff and Shelly had a lot in common. They read a lot of books together and kept up with the news. Shelly told me once,
“If you read the back pages of any newspaper, Holly, you can find homicides, strange stories and unusual articles in any paper!”
Ruff, Shelly and I rode miles together. We knew all the trails that lead to Mulholland Hwy. Sometimes we explored new places like Warner Center; when it was still farmland. The fields of horses and farm animals, were one of my favorite places to visit.. Riding on asphalt through the small city of Woodland Hills to get to Warner farms was a challenge. Letting the horses take dumps in unusual places was nasty. Yet, trotting away laughing together are some of my best memories. We were the Three Musketeers.
Next to the pumpkin gardens, on Warner farms, we chased wild rabbits. Sometimes we visited the stables on Canoga Ave, near the 101 freeway. It was the early 1970s. We were allowed to look through all the old equipment that was still housed in big red barns. I was enchanted by the large leathers that were used for Horse Drawn Buggies, but every type of thing that was used to groom a horse was there. Some of the items were over 50 years old or older. A few times we were invited to let our horses roam free in the large fenced glen. Then, we drank cool drinks and ate our home made lunches.
Often, after riding a few hours, the three of us would go back to my home on Arcos Drive and make our crazy salads. Anything and everything went into those delicious salads. Tuna, tomatoes, olives, eggs, ham and lettuce. We then made up a vinegar based dressing mixed with Good Food mayonnaise. We turned up the stereo while eating. The house loudly sang Elton John songs on that wild hill in the San Fernando Valley.
“…Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
I find comment ’bout my looks irrelativity,
Think I’ll go and have some fun,
‘Cos it’s all for free.
I’m not searching for a reason to enjoy myself…,” – Yardbirds
How I looked in the dream last night !
Had one of those dreams again of being back at the scene of the 1980s. A club morphed into a Golden Voice show! The tight feelings were there of knowing all the bands and the characters and players ! Jim Kaa of the Crowd was talking in my ear when brother Gus showed up. We are not talking these days, but in this dream we approached each other for a forgiving hug when he turned into myself. How I look now.
I asked myself if I had the password to get in to the show? I said it does not matter cause I am in and not going anywhere!
Lots of guys from bands were roaming around! I was consciously aware enough to dig being back in the middle of things. Running around and being part of what was happening…like everyone else there! My scene, my friends something to offer and cover! Al approached me, we then were at an adjoining Chinese restaurant. We were shooting the breeze ! I was wondering where the bar was ’cause a cold beer sounded good to ease my social tension!
Al had a new computerized contraption that took pictures, recorded bands and interviewed bands; ready for documenting the whole scene. All from a large black computer book!
He was on the cutting edge and creative as usual. As we were eating our noodles a band came on! He said he had to go see about a band. I told him go ahead I’ll watch over your noodles until you get back !!
I awoke from the dream with a missing feeling of belonging once to a music scene that was overwhelming, wild and unpredictable. I was spoiled then! My heart will always mourn those days of youthful rebellion !
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“Did I request thee, Maker, from my clay
To mould me man? Did I solicit thee
From darkness to promote me?”
― John Milton, Paradise Lost
I had to hear this one…. it is classic punk…. a song about the harbinger of autumn… the monster of monsters who was actually very insightful. He had a beautiful soul. But whose soul and whose story… still I wonder…
Ride a cock horse to Banbury Cross. To see a fine lady upon a white horse, With rings on her fingers, And bells on her toes. She shall have music, Wherever she goes. ~ Nursery rhyme
Watching “That ’70s Show” with the teenage son last night took me back when I was actually a teenager at that time. Some of the show is superficially realistic. There were the pot smoking circles of deep reflection…ha ha. The same record (vinyl) playing over and over again. Sex was a big deal as well as a girlfriend or boyfriend. The same old thing…my kids have a different experience.
It got me thinking about the time when my dad was asked over to my boyfriend’s house. I was 15 and went missing. I was gone for two days and no one knew where I was. Even my brother Greg looked out over the valley concerned that I was adulated.
Mike’s dad said to my dad, “So your daughter and my son are having relations.”
My dad gave a strange look, “You mean they are copulating?”
Of course Mike’s dad laughed and said “Something like that…”
Mike and I were in the room and I was a bit scared. They had found us hiding in the attic above Mike’s parent’s house. Mike had a nice little set up, like a ’70s van with food, beer and pot. We had two days of copulating and I even read a book. Well that was the real version of the “That ’70s Show!”
This takes me to the word my dad used, copulating. Tonight Venus will merge with Jupiter in the night sky. It will not be a Venus Observa!
“Technical term for the male-superior sexual position, which Adam tried and failed to impose on Lilith, and which the Catholic church designated the only legal position for marital intercourse, since it afforded the least pleasure to the wife. Patriarchal societies generally opposed such female-superior sexual postilions as those favored by the worshiper of Shiva and Hecate, and by medieval witches who, as the nursery rhyme says, rode on top of their “cock-horses.” ~ Pg. 1044 Barbara G. Walker*
Tonight Venus is doing her magic. Lilith will be proud and a few happy men!! As Jupiter and Venus merge tonight guess who will be on top??
* The Woman’s Encyclopedia of Myths and Secrets
Like a new born baby it just happens ev’ry day ~ Rolling Stones
One song to the next is still a motivation in my life. Synchronizing past, present and future dreams. Joan asked me today If I was at the mount of Delhi what question would I ask of her the Pythias. My mind went blank or black.
I heard Paint It Black by the Avengers years ago live in a club to the frequency of bouncing youths. A tight crowd of underground nobodies who were wild and unassuming. The Avengers were fun, intense and no lines drawn between bands and fans. The first time I saw this band play this song Spaz Attack was vibrating on the ground and I was drooling beer while watching him, because my belly was about to pop. It was all new..kinda like black…unknown and exciting.
That is this song to me…
“…but nothing impossible, that we meet here: the revelation of something that is dark in comparison with an idea, but ideal in comparison with blind feeling- the revelation of something still unopened, like a bud…” – Kore PG. 105. Essays On a Science of Mythology, C. g. Jung and C. Kerenyi
What a wicked web we weave /When governments deceive/And I wanna believe……/I gotta believe/Conspiracy theory abound/But the truth is under ground,/I wanna believe I wanna believe/I gotta believe ` GBH
I have a sneaking suspicion and I believe that Colin Abrahall wrote the lyrics to the song “I Want To Believe!” I woke up with it on my mind. Also those “X-Files” feelings got my pineal gland stimulated again. Something is in the air. I can always feel it when Chris Carter is creating by way of the vast unconscious collective of writers. Believe me I just know. Before big hair Giorgio A. Tsoukalos there was the great big hairdos of GBH!! See how it all comes together here. I am pulling the threads tighter too.
Original Poster to X-Files film I Want To Believe
Scully: Mulder, since we’ve been here you’ve acted as if you’ve expected to find every piece of evidence that we’ve come across. What aren’t you telling me? Why are we here?
Mulder: A true piece of history, Scully. The very first X-File. Initiated by J. Edgar Hoover himself in 1946. ‘ X-Files
When the X-Files film I Want To Believe came out in 2008 I was thrilled. You have to know that I was a hardcore fan of the 1990s X-Files series throughout the 90s; besides nursing the babe I looked froward to Unsolved Mysteries and then the X-Files on Friday nights.
“We are made of stardust, our whole body consists of material that has been here before the beginning of time.” ‘Giorgio A. Tsoukalos
Now before the 2008 release of the I want to Believe film we listened to the Ha Ha CD in our car. GBH’s song I Want To Believe, was to me, the perfect new addition to the this film. I put so much anticipation into the song and the film I thought for sure that Mr. Carter would use the song in his film. I was sad when the two songs only came together in my mystical place of belief… but I was projecting it real hard onto the movie screen … believe me!!
What does all of this mean… it means something and in time I may understand…. but for now…
@@@ until next time..
“The Electromagnetic Hypothesis of Olfaction” at the Society for Scientific Exploration conclude that insects use a portion of the EM spectrum to communicate.” ‘Pg 207 Lost Star of Myth and Time by Walter Cruttenden
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