A Diet Of Scitzos In the Morning

It was Breakfast with the Beatles.  Someone, perhaps that woman referred to (?) wrote an auti-biography called “Big Girls Do It Better”.   I assume she’s not referring to being a bus driver.  I was thinking of writing a thing called either “Black Men Do It Better” or perhaps “Scitzophrenics Do It Better”, but if you’re talking about love-making that’s problematical, particularly is it’s a woman involved with a scitzophrenic man.  Patty Boyd was on KLOS this morning.  Mal Evans has tagged her “Everybody’s Favorite Beatle Wife”.  As to the song “Wild Honey Pie” her opinion swaying a whole band who were against putting it on an album is interesting.  To borrow from Sara Lee a bit "Nobody doesn't like "Wild Honey Pie".  There aren’t that many songs that could be called “Psychedelic” on the White Album.  You have Piggies, and Glass Onion, and Revolution 9 and perhaps Dear Prudence, and that’s about it.  I’m looking for the first person to put out the roomer that Brian Jones really wrote Piggies and not George Harrison.  (remind me to run that idea past Valerie Shoffner next time I see her)  We of the classic music bent have these thing we look for called compositional integrity and Piggies has it.   I didn’t know “Hey Bulldog” was a problem because people asked them not to play it so much.   Last week it was cowbells and this week it's harmonicas.  According to one source, an early John Lennon harmonica was when he saw a new one in a store front window in Hamburg right when they arrived and decided to do a five fingered discount.  People from the other side have pointed out that from mid 1963 onward "The most indisputably pure John Lennon songs were the ones he did on harmonica".  (just to make the list more comprehensive- throw in 'It Won't Be Long" and 'Not A Second Time" to that list) (see *) There is one exception to this rule but KLOS decided to OMIT this particular song anyhow, and that one was "I'm a Boozer"   - - no it's I'm a Loser.  I have a very definite idea about how that song should end, and I mean End as in suddenly, and on one particular Note.  Certain songs you hear live versions of and are used to and you hear the studio fade-outs and they sound a bit odd to you.  (I was going to use the word "queer")  Two glaring examples come to mind.  One is "Smoke on the Water" and the other is "Something For Nothing" from the "2112" CD by Rush.  However- - consider that I've heard from two sources that Carl Perkins was present in the studio when songs like "I'm A Loser" (or is it "I'm a Luger?"  - - anyhow - - were recorded.  Certain songs on this album have a more organic, earthy quality that up to then had been lacking.  Sometimes Beatles bring in outside people and you can almost psychicly sense their presence.  Like Billy Preston's influence on the Let It Be sessions.  Arguably - - here we are going "round the bend" a little - - Yoco was this outside influence on the 'New York City" album, which makes this album great.  But then he needed a new Yoco for "Mind Games" and picked - - - Me.

(*)  And we can also include "If I Fell" and "A Hard Days Night" from that third CD in this "pure Lennon category that survives the double Romulan whiplash test.  By the way I was apprised about "Just Give Me Some Truth" by Syd Barret last week.  This song according to him was written in early 1968 and was meant to contain word gibberish to fill out the lines- - in the "jump rope jingles' tradition of "I'm A Walrus" that had the line "Yellow matter custard- - dripping from a dead dog's eye".  Syd did not even know Richard Nixon again was intending to run for President and had only fleeting knowledge of the term "Tricky Dick" to begin with.  And the original end of another line was "Mama's Little Short Cake"  (not "Chovenist")  As to the tune we see the clear Syd Barret genious and he points out he "uses the double sub-dominent, just the way I used that chord in that context in "Day in a Life".   He also says "I knew I wanted it to be a Beatle lead guitar part and I also wanted the lead guitar break to come relatively early, just as it does in "Nowhere Man".

"And now John Lennon will regale us with his talents on the mouth organ as he sings "Gona Go Down Town gonna see my Baby, Gotta See My Babe Gona Show Her My Ding Dong"

Certain songs I still have a “warped ear” because I’m used to hearing them on a fast turntable that I used to have, and they played one of them today, “Eat At Home”.   Others of this bent are ‘NSU” by Cream, “This Ain’t The Summer Of Love”, “What’s Coming Down”, which they evidently played, and “Can You See Me”.  Apparently “Coming Down” is officially titled “I Know I Know”.   There was something about Stevie Nicks mentioned that reminded me of that time exactly Nine Months ago I tried to remember her name and couldn’t, and I looked in the drawer and found two CD’s missing, which were “Return of the Rocker’ and “Yellow Submarine”.   The only remnant of YS I still have is that altered version of ‘Northern Song”.  Like that weekend it’s the 30^th and the next day I get to go to the ATM.  I went down to the courtyard for one cup of coffee and bread pudding from Laura and then back up.  Patty Boyd is just one of those people who exude positive vibes- - but I honestly didn’t know she was really into photography the way Linda M is.  And now we venture into the absurd.  Richi Valenz evolved in his guitar playing.  He claimed that Eric Claptin was a role model- - but two stronger roles were - - “The Swinging Blue Jeans”, which is a real group I’d call definitely formative.  The other is one of his Detroit Romulan friends named Dion R and the last name is some hard to pronounce Italian word.  He’s the other guy- - along with Cabrillo Capeta and Phil Wrigley- - the latter of course, who plays bass on Cold Turkey.  However what I didn’t know was on that same tape are several attempts at Savory Truffle- - not much in the way of singing but there is Black Bart on drums as before, and Phil on bass, Richi on lead, and Black Bart’s brother on organ.  Strangely the main lead guitar “bridge” is missing also.

This is Sunday June 30, 2013 and as long as we’re doing anniversaries of 1963 on this date in history our family went to some organized picnic at Irvine Park and me and brother Al won first place in a three legged race.  I think Dad has movies of the event.  I just remember that date of Sunday June 30, 1963.  I was still recording certain events involving the sun in the first half of 1963 and the last reading was for Sunset on June 24^th.  Just now that new lady gave me her last Time cigarette, saying she let me have a whole white cigarette because I hadn’t asked for one.  And I hadn’t intended to ask for one hearing she was short.  She talked on at length about her life history.  I am watching Meet the Press and Ralph Reed claims that even now post Court ruling if any state like Texas claims racial bias in redictricting- - then they are free to apply the portion of the Voting Rights law that was left intact.  On another matter I get uncomfortable when someone says that in 1963 there was little push in the country at large to abolish segregation on a nationally mandated level.  That is not even accurate, so trying to carry over this logic on to the gay marriage issue is doubly distasteful.  I remember reading Theodor White’s book, that both the Democratic and Republican platforms had strong Civil Rights advocacy planks, and the Republican plank was due in large part to the pressing for it by Vice President Richard Nixon.  But even in 1948 Hubert Humphrey pressed hard for a Civil Rights plank in the Democratic platform.  Now they are discussing the abortion issue.  Contrary to the impression left in blogger, I would actually have voted FOR this abortion ban in Texas, because I believe abortion is immoral, and also inhumane- - and anything that would limit it and save lives, I am for.  If that means closing down abortion clinics, fine.  Some people live by the adage “If you are able to get away with it, then it’s OK”, kind of a perversion of “No Harm; No Fowl”.

I got up at five thirty this morning after lying in bed a while hearing a lot of commotion in the halls.  I had time to listen to that UFO guy on KFI talking about the “Seti” project, that I don’t know what is.  The host was saying if he were given a chance to be on the first space ship to Mars or live on Mars for the rest of his “earthly” life (so to speak) then he’d do it, and “see what another world has to offer”.  I smoked all three of my remaining cigarettes before breakfast and possibly this was unwise.  Neil Savedra was the guy who mentioned the Chinese proverb about asking a question and “being the fool for five minutes”.  You see I didn’t know where I’d heard that, and thought it was something Leo Le Port might have said on his show.  But now Neil is talking about this college professor who chucks all of his vast acquired knowledge in the trash can because he’s “exposed to something new”.  I would hope one’s beliefs were not so shallow that merely by “meeting a Christian girlfriend” or even a future wife- - that that along would color one’s perception of everything else, but perhaps this happened with C S Lewis.  Then there was the line of Neil of “You just aren’t listening to the advice of another because you think you’re better than they are”.  I guess we need then to define who the “they” is.  Because may “they” in turn- - think, a la Dr. Levy, that THEY are better than you!  (Selah)  Being a sponge isn’t necessarily a bad idea but sponges in time get dirty and attract germs.

On the KNXT morning news they had on this rather healthy looking eighty year old lifeguard, who has been in that profession since he was a teenager, and enjoys teaching swimming to the next generation.  Then they had the case of a seventeen year old who forfeited his last year in High School and wasn’t part of his 1944 graduating class, all so he could join the Navy and serve his country in WW II.  Then there is this lady who wrote twenty steamy- - and pornographic Love Novels- - in the space of one year.  How could a person physically go literally from being booted out of their house for failure to make the mortgage payment, to writing twenty novels and having them all best sellers on-line?   People won’t even read my blog postings.  I have talent.  I wrote that “Suicide series” of things starting April first 1996 that went on for about three months.  There was that show “Nowhere Man” and each of these “bits” I typed would end in a different state of Reality, and the big question was- - which one was the real one?   I also wrote “History” and “Civil War”, which are also fanciful fiction with a lot of veiled messages and barbs at people.  But these two stories are badly organized.  Sometimes I think the stuff I wrote in 1996 and 1997 were better and more realistic and down to earth than my writings from 1998 and 1999 after I began taking Judy’s vitamins.  Because what strikes me about reading this stuff is that I seem so “up” all the time and I’m asking my screen “What have you got that makes you appear so emotionally up?”    Of course so much of my stuff was trashed by parents either when I moved here- - or like the day of Uncle Bob’s funeral when it was a day not unlike today.  It was oppressively hot and we were all hot and tired- - but presumably had a stop watch on us like the old KABC game show “Supermarket Sweep”.  Ideally I would have allotted myself maybe five times as much time to go through all of Dad’s tapes and pick out the ones I wanted in a more deliberative fashion.  But name me one time when Mom’s slogan doesn’t seem to be, like with my own writings “Just throw it out”.  And even at Dad’s funeral she had to be reminded by Pete Richards not to drown herself in the mundane- - and “to consider Dad’s passing as a whole life to celebrate and think of what sort of a person Dad was”.  This is a human being, a human life that passed- - and it isn’t “Just another chore we need to do”.   Mom always asked me whether I saved writings from things I sent to the TV media.  I told her I thought I had copies of the majority of things I sent.  But like for instance that “Gulf War I” drama I did that was a parody of Rush Limbaugh’s idea- - I typed that at ROP and ran off copies on the Printer- and I haven’t run across it yet.  And ditto for that letter I went to Mark Bove in February of 1991 that I ran off a copy on the Printer- - and hopefully saved a copy for myself.  Of course then starting in the early spring of 1991 the writings break off entirely and that material then and in 1992 and 1993 and in 1994 is lost, apparently.  There was a lot of good stuff written then, because I believed starting in the spring of 1991 my stuff became more focused and organized.  Flash: Event conflation Alert somewhere in the Previous Paragraph.  Can You Find It?

I went off on that longer than I intended to, but it’s important.  Now it’s ten after nine and the TV is still on.  The AC is working fine.  They are holding 5 and 10 K runs in the city of Pasadena this morning starting at seven AM to get it in early.  They were talking about doing a half Marathon, which would be 20 K but they may have canceled that.  Yesterday it got up to 121 in Indio and 122 in Palm Springs.  It was 118 in Phoenix, and Death Valley clocked in at 128 degrees, six degrees off the all-time record.  They are “only” predicting a 98 for Anaheim, so we get a two degree break from initial prediction.  Right now it doesn’t seem all that bad, yet, outside.  Last night they were comparing Audis and BMW’s on some station claiming that both car manufacturers have matched model per model- - with Audi now the growing trend because it costs a little less.   Friday afternoon at three on the Katie Kuric show they had the top of “over-parenting’ for a full hour.  There were various aspects of that and the concencus now is that perhaps a child should nurse from the breast until he turns two.  Someone coined the saying that “if you’re old enough to ask for it, you’re too old to get it”.  I like that one.  But in general they have been talking about these apron string parents like in Sixty Minutes for the past decade or so with the same observations made about the Millennium Generation that they feel “special” and “entitled” and as little kids they experienced being at bat “until they got an on base hit”.