Don't Bogart That Joint, My Friend.

Took a hike, a wee ramble around God's green earth today. Never know what you're gonna find. Low and behold, what presents itself in a desert arroyo? A little piece of nostalgia. A stalk of something foreign to most viewers or readers, at least in it's native wildness. No more to say. The site is hidden and I will be going back to journal this little plant's maturing. Live long, rasta herb.

Verizon Cell Phone Image by Leo

Time out of Mind

Consider, if you will, three men of equal age and time . As much as we think we don't change, we most certainly do. All but the last man, er, pig.

First look is at the curly headed genius behind the whole concept of a wall of sound.

Hey, kids, it's Phil Spector

Then there's this guy. Kinda looks like someone's Uncle Stan. Well, he is. He lives in Queensland, Australia and makes jewelry. Pondering Pig or Foghorn will recognize him from, maybe, the Palo Alto Acid Test. This is Augustus Owsley Stanley III. I guess Dragnet was wrong about what Acid will do to you.

Then there's this last guy. Same boyish twinkle in that ever-pondering eye. Been to Owsley-land. Seen all Spector's bands. Still haven't found what he's looking for, but he's seemingly happier than ever.

Unless, of course, he's playing Edith Piaf songs. Note the exuberance and near-terror in this old duffer's face. Maybe it was the egg-salad sandwich.

Well, now this is much better. There's that boyish twinkle. Yeah, both of them.

The Bus to Never-Ever Land

Well, see. It goes like this... Gentry enjoys dinner . He uses the hat as some sort of shill, a kinda cover for something. God only can answer what.

I have ended up in exile, in a cyclone of my own creation, a symbol of my own intrusions in the life of too many people. They are pissed at me but, yet, they don't begrudge my presence. They love me and allow me the place to screw up. They stand next to me when I give up and cry my eyes out. They love me no matter what.

Escapin' through the lily fields
I came across an empty space
It trembled and exploded
Left a bus stop in its place
The bus came by and I got on
That's when it all began
There was cowboy Neal
At the wheel
Of a bus to never-ever land