WAKE UP YOU FUKERZ

At 37:14 Marty Balin screams the blog title. (And, of course, as you know, they never did.)

Prompted by Jean Luc Goddard to play atop a hotel in New York, the Jefferson Airplane let fly.

Suffering a relapse after too much fun at FIBark, I'm languishing, by mySELF no less (so she won't get sick), but taking FULL advantage of her BOSE SoundLink Mini.

Skip to 47:13 when they lift off.

WOW! Colors, maaaaaaaaaaan.


And at 55:17 "The insights that we gained, not just from LSD...."


And have you heard? In May, by ballot, Denver, the Colorado municipality, voted to decriminalize psilocybin. The decision officially places it at the bottom of the list of drug-related crimes and possessors will, supposedly, not be prosecuted. This is in recognition not only of its lack of deleterious effects, but in acknowledgement of its potential for relieving/alleviating symptoms of depression, PTSD and other emotional and mental problems.

FIBark - Salida, Colorado

One of the greatest whitewater festivals in America.

Who's That Girl?

New Hat

Put On Yer Headphones

When yer stuck in bed, by yerse'f; done watched the porn and taken care of bidness, it's time to enjoy a bit of moozak. I don't usually listen to olde stuff, I heerd it enuf when I was young....but I stumbled upon the two below.

In the first, Phil Graham's comments about "what draws" resonated; it was true of the art business. But I refused to sell "what sold"... except for a few prints by the child wonder: Alexandra Nechita (wiki article).   (Ms. Nechita's website)





Anyway....


After seeing Mr. Graham, you may wanna skip to 6:35, when Eight Miles High starts.

The Byrds *Eight Miles High* at Fillmore East 1970

 (preceded by *Jesus is Just Alright)

In *Whiter Shade of Pale* (below) with the Danish National Concert Orchestra, I was instantly smitten with the choral singer at 4:46.

We head to Salida today for the FIBark (First in Boating on the Arkansas River) Festival. We're eager to see the SUP boxing. (link is to video from 2018.)

Pausing To Rest - West of Flagstaff

She's been known to make the run from Los Angeles to Albuquerque without stopping. With my nagging she MIGHT have stopped somewhere along the way, but by meeting her a few miles west of Flagstaff and guiding her to "my" spot in the dispersed camping area, I was assured she'd get some rest.

As it was, she drove white-knuckled for an hour and a half to reach escape velocity from L.A. and then another ??? hours to our rendezvous. There was only time for a brief massage and five minutes of cuddling (count 'em!) before sending her off to dreamland.

She woke at five (a.m.) had tea and went back to sleep until about 8:00 (a.m.). After a quick breakfast, she lugged her portable loo off to the hole like the veteran she is; I even forewent the quip about whether everything "came out alright."

By then she was looking a tad pale so she "did" an ativan and went back to sleep whilst I piddled around online.

After she woke, we again had coffee, then packed up and parted. We'll meet sometime in the next week or so in Alamosa, Colorado. There's a major whitewater fest, FIBark, next weekend in Salida and an art fest on the 28th. She doesn't have an end-date for this "celebration" of her upcoming 70th birthday, but she's mentioned several places in Wyoming and Montana.

Stay tuned.

(She came and went so quickly I didn't EVEN get a photo.)