Category Archives: “In the beginning there was a void except for the written word.” The Avengers (Band)

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a rich character

Source: a rich character

Anarchy and Chaos…

Source: Anarchy and Chaos…

Pan and Psyche: Summer Marches In…

Countless prescriptions exist for the masculine way; but our story is one of the few feminine ways in our heritage.

~ Johnson, Robert A.. She: Understanding Feminine Psychology (p. 53). HarperCollins. Kindle Edition.

Children of the Dawn
Old Tales of Greece
Elsie Finnimore Buckleyhttps://www.gutenberg.org/files/40476/40476-h/40476-h.htm

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by the artist, Moritz von Schwind.

  1. Pan Awakes, Summer Marches In”
  2. “What the Flowers in the Meadow Tell Me”
  3. “What the Animals in the Forest Tell Me”
  4. “What Man Tells Me”
  5. “What the Angels Tell Me”
  6. “What Love Tells Me”

Controlling Improvising friends..

Improvising is having the ability to control one’s mind and think clearly. To speak from memory and experience within the presence of  now and not get tongue-tied. I watch how some people are so good at this type of control. It amazes me. They can move their bodies, speak and improvise with a type of grace. A controlling of the mind and the body with entertaining perfection.

It is not about repetition or practice, yet that is part of it. Taking tests and writing essays in a class is the same type of improvising control. Some are good at it and others are not. Takes a lot of practise yet some people can bull their way through with flying colors. That is what I would like to be able to do.

I guess this is why I love Jazz. It is improvising control that is so perfect. A yearning for me…

“I stood for a moment on the scent, smelling this shrill and blood-raw music, sniffing the atmosphere of the hall angrily, and hankering after it a little too. One half of this music, the melody, was all pomade and sugar and sentimentality. The other half was savage, temperamental and vigorous. Yet the two went artlessly well together and made a whole.” Pg. 37 Steppenwolf

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steps of the wolf…

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Intense, I read and dream upon the steps of the wolf. I wonder if it is a good time? Yes I think so: as a few friends have inspired me back here again. An astrologer who says it is a good time to take a spiritual journey, and another who just took up the book. A drive into the windy day and weekend. It is has the feeling of riding a swing… ignoring the world’s woes. The alternative still is alive…

“I caught a glimpse of it now and then. Sometimes for a minute or two I saw it clearly, threading my life like a divine and golden track. But nearly always it was blurred in dirt and dust. Then again it gleamed out in golden sparks as though never to be lost again and yet was soon quite lost once more…” Pg. 30 Par. 1 Hesse

Slash and Flipside on ROQ late 1970s

“Records…..Records….and Records!!!!!” ~ Mike Vallejo

If you lived as a teen in the late ’70s or during the ’80s you were most likely riding the original wave or skating the rebellious cement of the original punk rock scene in some way, shape or form. Mike sent me a CD in the mail, like the good old days, of an early interview with Slash Magazine and Flipside Fanzine on Rodney on the ROQ. I am airing it again today. Mike said it was ok to post this on my blog.

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From the Flipside 10 Year Anniversary issue.

Mike sells more than just records and seems to have a lot of music and things that document the early punk scene. I also purchased a CD from him of The Jam playing the Whisky A Go Go. A thrill for me to find. I am delighted to receive this CD. My mentors speak! I was most likely listening to this on my parents’ old WW II German Telefunken radio. WOW! Enjoy and thanks Mike Vallejo! A friend indeed.

The last audio 7 ends abruptly. I wrote a letter to Kickboy-face after hearing this live back when it was on the air.  He wrote back a week later. Also I danced with him at the Whisky A Go Go live to Madness.  It is strange but this captures pre Elks Lodge Riot... we all know how that turned out!!

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X-8 Our Trip to San Francisco ’79. photo by Peter Landswick

Rodney on the ROQ Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine and Slash Magazine (KROQ)

I know that the nasty Slash characters played a song trick or two on Rodney… did you catch it… an utmost synchronicity for me…

Ultimate conclusion !

Ode to the Verdugo Moutians

In the early morning 
there is nothing like driving east 
on Sherman Way in the San Fernando Valley.

Not too many drivers 
on the road
the view of the Verdugo mountains 
are straight ahead.  

The Verdugos shine with a blue gray hue 
bringing to mind my youthful wild days. 

The street is lined 
with dark green pepper trees 
blocks of brilliant yellow mustard greens 
freely enhanced with 
miles of tall brown yellow wheat weeds
What is still left of this wild valley.

It is a cool windy day
the will-o'-the-wisp 
goes round and round.

Made up of different colored leaves 
memories that stir within me.
 
Prehistoric blue gray mountain range
wild memories 
inspire feelings
I am getting younger 
not older.

Coolness on clothes
distance of windy gray sky
I feel 13 again.

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The Very Maximus Utmost

77 Sunset Strip is an American television private detective series created by Roy Huggins and starring Efrem Zimbalist, Jr., Roger Smith, and Edd Byrnes. (1958 to 1964.)

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The Radio generation, the TV generation and now the computer generation. My parents, me, and my kids about sums it up. However, we got our entertainment and storytelling, last night while watching 77 Sunset Strip I was amazed to know that husband never saw the show.  He wasn’t born until 1966. The show first aired the time I was born. One of those shows like Route 66 that is fun to watch with some depth. It echos generation jones and generation x

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Aspiring PI Kookie is who I remember the most due to a popular song that hit the charts.

Pluto Love

Pluto

“To improve the external situation in the world, we must begin by accepting that world as a mother accepts her child; to improve our intimacies, we much extend the same benevolence to ourselves. The acceptance we must cultivate is the same: the emphasis remains on the inner world. As Jung pointed out, “The upheaval in our world and the upheaval in consciousness is one and the same.” We must come home to ourselves with a mothering acceptance, and so give birth to ourselves with a mothering acceptance, and so give birth to true emotion, the basis of all true intimacy. ” Pg 129 Astrology Beyond Ego – Tim Lyons

A while back I had a scary dream. I was with a group of people. We were all running from evil monster zombies. The feeling was dread. We found a train and traveled to the country. It was horrid. The thought of death approaching was a sickness in us all. We found a cabin in the countryside. I had my white cat Mr. Po Po with me. He ran from the cabin out into the darkness of the night. The zombies were there. The monsters were close. I had to run after my cat. Terrified I ran out into the these monsters of chaos and fear beyond enduring. As I found my cat. I Hugged him. I was confronted by the evil that pursued us. Everything stopped. I looked into death and he said this to me,

“I can not hurt you with that cat.”

“You all run in fear and hate”

“Yet there in your hands is your love”

“I can not touch you or harm you with love.”

I was overwhelmed with dread, then fear, and then I felt only my cat’s love. I walked slowly back into the cabin and told the others what happened to Mr. Po Po and me.  We all sat in a circle and held hands. We now knew what to do. We sang a new song.

Pluto and the underworld. Pluto and death. Pluto and nuclear weapons. Pluto and power of the underground. Pluto and transmutation. Pluto loves Persephone.

CHORUS Below translated… I hope this is correct!
“Come to the realms of bliss,
great hero, tender husband,
rare example in any age!
Amor returns Eurydice to you;
already she revives and recovers
all the flower of her beauty.”

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till I drop

“I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.”

 ~ Jack Kerouac

I grew up during the 60s, 70s and 80s. I was 30 years old when I was bumped blindly into a world of a new education. Each generation I lived though, I loved. As a song, friend or lover, which in fact… all three generations supplied me with abundantly.

I fell into the late 70s punk scene blindly and without any ambition but the rebellious call of youth and ideology built on an underground scene. Yet what I witnessed in the 60s was wildness of a different rebellion.  I miss the hitchhiker’s ways. People on the streets at every corner. I felt safe and awake.

Then as I have written before, the end of the 70s brought the multiple attacks of serial killers and we all pulled into ourselves.  Now I drive by the many blocks where I grew up and see all the streets are empty. Cars and more cars blindly drive right through my memories of those street kids. They were just hanging and talking. They improvised life without any hand-held device. Only the feel of a hand.

I feel the need to move to a new place where there are no memories. I did it at the end of the 80s. I left to a place of no memories for a short time.

As a culture we have become so pulled into ourselves. I am guilty of this as well. I am not blind to what is going on yet, I am getting to old to do anything about it.

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