So long Barry

The only way to stop this...

was to do this.

Dinner at Scoma's

Does it spell something?

Around Her House

The dog is broken

Painted mummies as art

Happy face at 25

OJ's in jail

Floods are coming

God's being sued

The dog is broken

The water won't flow

The words don't come

The head doesn't clear

She refuses to call

The fires are lit

The dog is broken

Pray silently please,
Your own god is not my god
Your words are not mine

Golden Gate Park , September 2, 2007

I was thirteen during the "Summer of Love". I had just figured out that my parents and society were full of shit. They preached "God is Love" in church, taught us the Golden Rule, created a fantasy world of how it should be, on tv and in movies, then practiced bigotry, intolerance, greed, and violence in the real world. The "Summer of Love" was a time when the children actually tried to practice what they were taught. It was a complete repudiation of our parents and society. Fueled by psychedelic's they tried to create a world without boundaries. No limits. This was the birth of free speech, free love, and free thinking.

The music that came out of San Francisco at this time captured my imagination and touched me in a visceral way. Nothing like it had ever been heard. Here was where musical exploration really took off. Reverb, wah-wah,Leslie's on Hammond B's, echo, and feedback. STEREO !!!
Multi-track recording and special effects were new and represented a new frontier for music.

Unfortunately our children have turned into our parents and we are as ridiculed and trivialized today as much as then. The world was changed and so many of the things that are taken for granted today are a direct result of the passions played out on the streets during this time.

What's so funny about peace, love. and understanding ?

Absolutely nothing to those who didn't close their minds and sell out. Nothing to those who haven't given up on living a life worth living. Nothing to those who have found out how to truly love.




Set Times

Considered the first "Hippy"

Mike Wilhelm

Barry Melton

Dan Hicks

A Hot Lickette

Rowan Brothers

?

Wavy Gravy, Salmon, and Lobster

An original Digger

My friend the troll

Leopard Man and his Angel

Interesting People

Mat's back stage he's so cool

Taj Mahal

Canned Heat

Paul Kantner gives me the Eye

Not sure who he is but he sure was cool

Brian Auger on the Hammond B


Gotta Love It

Lydia Pense & Cold Blood

C'mon give me a break

By the end the crowd had swollen to maximum engorgment

The storm's coming, I have no clothes

The mexican lady says I can't touch her food

The house in the photo

There are dolls in the windows

The storm's coming, I have no clothes

I can't stay here, it's not my home

Home ?

I steal through the bedroom stepping on the sleeping

Which one is mine ?

The photo in the house

The storm's coming, I have no clothes

The food's on a shelf above the washer

I didn't take, only touched

They care a little, not enough

The door's are locked and now she's sleeping

The storm's coming, I have no clothes