Page, Bonham and Donovan

I’ve always liked this exercise in psychedelia but only recently did I discover that Jimmy Page and John Bonham might have played on this recording. This is 1968, just before Led Zeppelin. The Mighty Led Zep is a product of the 70s, Donovan, the 1960s. Here, the two eras meet.

The strong rolls and triplets can certainly be attributed to Bonham, I can’t hear Page in these deliberately distorted guitars.

I’d like to live in this film.

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When Did Lying Become Illegal?

Freedom of speech includes the right to lie and make things up. That right is now being threatened.

The prohibition against slander and libel is well settled in the law. Contracts must be truthful although they are always written to favor one side. Most of the law’s insistence on truth in specific cases makes common sense. As is the illegality of endangerment to human life.

Following that, however, politically correct censors want to say that heated speech is an incitement to violence. That is, heated speech they disagree with. Perhaps they fear another Boston Tea Party. They should.

Legal and common sense exceptions aside, why are we moving to a society in which we are fact-checked by news agencies and social media platforms? Groups that use information as they see it, not the facts as I may see them or the ones I choose to use.

What happened to the Loch Ness Monster and Big Foot? Can I write about them without a note saying no proof of Nessie exists? If I want to say I won an election, well, let me say it. (On a personal note, I was just elected president of the Duchy of Grand Fenwick.)

Why can’t people make up their own minds? This isn’t the Dark Ages when the Church of Rome told us what to think. Or is it?

Or, are we in a new Dark Age? The death of inquiry and disagreement? Academia seems lost. Can an outspoken conservative professor, for example, ever be tenured at any University of California campus?

As much as I disagree with Louis Farrakhan, he is a gifted orator and I like to hear him talk. He is also half-crazy. That, though, is my opinion and I won’t be bothering you with it when you listen to him. Our present nanny-state, however, will.

These censorship zealots think they are smarter than you. You are too dumb to make a decision on your own. We have to help you or, in some cases, make the decision outright for you. I have little time for flat earth people, moon landing conspiracies, or holocaust deniers but, please, let me make up my own mind.

It goes further, of course, when the censors decide to outlaw an entire community of thought like climate change. Climate change deniers can’t be tolerated at all, not just simply censored. Oh, if we weren’t so stupid, the world would be easier for them. I dearly miss William F. Buckley, as no liberal could ever call him stupid. No one yet takes his place.

Although this quote has been attributed to many people and in many forms, the sum of it rings true: “I disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it.”

Today, not so much.

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I’ll Be Your Mirror

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I’ll Be Your Mirror

I didn’t know until yesterday and YouTube that Andy Warhol produced films. I knew of his love affair with the Polaroid SX-70 but I didn’t know he made moving pictures.

This film is of Nico and her son, accompanied by the music of the Velvet Underground. Nico sings Lou Reed’s I’ll be Your Mirror, one of the tracks on their first album. Of which Warhol produced and provided the design for the cover.

By produced I mean Warhol let the group do whatever they want. He was instrumental in promoting the Velvet Underground, often taking them to art galleries to play when they couldn’t get a gig. Which was always. He opened doors for them everywhere he could. An artist as a patron of the arts.

It’s said that only a thousand copies of the Underground’s first album sold. But all of the people who bought one started a band,

“I’ll Be Your Mirror”
The Velvet Underground

I’ll be your mirror
Reflect what you are, in case you don’t know
I’ll be the wind, the rain and the sunset
The light on your door to show that you’re home
When you think the night has seen your mind
That inside you’re twisted and unkind
Let me stand to show that you are blind
Please put down your hands
‘Cause I see you

I find it hard to believe you don’t know
The beauty that you are
But if you don’t let me be your eyes
A hand in your darkness, so you won’t be afraid
When you think the night has seen your mind
That inside you’re twisted and unkind
Let me stand to show that you are blind
Please put down your hands
‘Cause I see you
I’ll be your mirror

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A Maynard Dixon Landscape

Had to catch the landscape on the drive back to Pahrump, Nevada from Shoshone, California. Just like a Maynard Dixon painting. (internal link) As I’ve said many times before, if you don’t know Maynard Dixon, I weep for you.

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Heroin Chic Comes to Ballet?

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Heroin Chic Comes to Ballet?

Maybe that’s too harsh. I’ve never been interested in ballet. But, this _is_ interesting to me and I like the costumes and setting. The music is way too loud at the end but I am old and fussy.

This is another well-done production by Sotheby’s, which continues to explain and present art in a more intriguing way than I’ve seen or heard in any lecture hall or museum.

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My Life is Not This Vertical Hour

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My Life is Not This Vertical Hour

Another attempt at bringing the ever-elusive Rilke to bear, this time set to joyful singing. I still cannot grasp Rilke’s message, although I sense something deep and fundamental in his haunting poetry. More on Rilke at this site (internal link)

By Gaelin McAllister Meyer, Heartsong Records, 2006

My life is not this vertical hour

in which you find me in such haste

I am a tree in front of my own background

I am only but one of my many mouths

and the one which is the first to close

I am the silence between two sounds

that only with difficulty grow used to one another

for the tone of death also wishes to be heard

but in the darkness of the interval

they make peace with one another, trembling

and the song remains beautiful

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Near Shoshone, California


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Running Up That Hill

Running up That Hill is a beloved standard by Kate Bush and has been covered hundreds of times by different artists around the world. You have not heard this kind of version.

Jorn possesses the most powerful voice in rock and roll since the late Chris Cornell. He sometimes slips into shouting but only for a second or two, returning to a very controlled, thunderous voice. It is something to hear.

Running Up That Hill
Kate Bush

It doesn’t hurt me
Do you want to feel how it feels?
Do you want to know, know that it doesn’t hurt me?
Do you want to hear about the deal that I’m making?
You, it’s you and me

And if I only could
I’d make a deal with God
And I’d get him to swap our places
Be running up that road
Be running up that hill
Be running up that building
See if I only could, oh

You don’t want to hurt me
But see how deep the bullet lies
Unaware I’m tearing you asunder
Ooh, there is thunder in our hearts

Is there so much hate for the ones we love?
Tell me, we both matter, don’t we?
You, it’s you and me
It’s you and me, won’t be unhappy

And if I only could
I’d make a deal with God
And I’d get him to swap our places
Be running up that road
Be running up that hill
Be running up that building
Say, if I only could, oh

You
It’s you and me
It’s you and me, won’t be unhappy

Oh come on, baby
Oh come on, darling
Let me steal this moment from you now
Oh come on, angel
Come on, come on, darling
Let’s exchange the experience, oh

And if I only could
I’d make a deal with God
And I’d get him to swap our places
I’d be running up that road
Be running up that hill
With no problems

Say, if I only could
I’d make a deal with God
And I’d get him to swap our places
I’d be running up that road
Be running up that hill
With no problems

So if I only could
I’d make a deal with God
And I’d get him to swap our places
I’d be running up that road
Be running up that hill
With no problems

Say, if I only could
I’d be running up that hill
With no problems

(If I only could, I’d be running up that hill)
(If I only could, I’d be running up that hill)

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Vision Update

The eye doctor said today that the infection in my right eye has cleared up and gone away.

I was looking forward to a complete eye exam today, the doctor having said previously that only when the infection was taken care of that he could properly look at my eye. But, since I am still having problems with light sensitivity (I need sunglasses to view television and computer screen time is only possible for a few minutes), he said I’d have to wait a month before he could do an exam.

A month long wait. I still don’t know what the root problem is and I had to give up my part-time work that I have been doing for the same employer for five years.

So, I wait.

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Why Does Everything Go Wrong?



The audience member featured is ‘Mama’ Cass Eliot of the Mamas and the Papas.(California Dreaming, Dedicated to the One I love) She is seated next to John Philips, also of that group. They arranged the talent for that year.

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