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This is one of my favorite forms of trolling, actually. Pretend to be really, really angry when you really don't give a shit at all.
But I think you sometimes do this and you're actually angry. Because that's just the kind of guy you are. Tell me it ain't so.
i'm not a guy for starters and i really have some pretty substantial credentials in several fields. in short, i'm a brilliant artist and i simply do not allow internet chucklefucks to access my emotional triggers like that.
right here in this language tone. crisp and concise with a slight edge to it is exactly how i'm feeling toward you if you were standing in the room with me misgendering me. where we go from here is up to you.
i had a request earlier for some reminisces from my early days living on the fringe among the merry prankster - deadhead - rainbow - hempster hippies, a lifestyle brother rainbow a day, the woodstock barber, beat poet and member of the rainbow family woodstock earth foundation founding circle calls the "woodstock notion in motion" . those 3 days of peace, love and music did change the world and continue to be the change everybody is demanding. those fucking hippies have been right all along.
welcome home! Weeeeeeeeee LuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuV YoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooU!
in the winter of 1982 , i got fed up with all the animal torture going on in the labs around me and gave several months notice to my boss, c. richard parker in the porter/macdonald group at UTHSCD/ob-gyn, that i was leaving in january for the west coast and going to tr y to get something closer to my own specialty in marine biology at one of the schools out there. when i got there, even with good credential and references, i was finding the doors locked and not getting past personnel to anybody to even interview for a job. i was able to land something with a tropical fish importer in inglewood, but that didn't last long and i found myself in the street sleeping in a 1980 pontiac phoenix in default with a selmer mark vi tenor sax.
i'm not in the mood to tell the story of the narkmobile and how i got the crazy tommy handle right now and wanted to share some videos of some of the players i knew. the first is harry perry who i was thinking about tonight because of this song and my demon turds on mars rap that i push on the idiots. harry , who bills himself as the kozmic karma kameleon or something, is a really beautiful mixed race caramel colored brother with reddish light brown dreadlocks and amazing blue-green eyes with a huge, big toothed grin.
harry is a devout sikh who wears robes and a turban, roller skating around venice beach and santa monica with a fender and pig nose amp that people call the jimi hendrix on roller skates, who would skate up from behind a group of tourists, swing around them and bust into a tune right in their face. parts of LA's noise ordinance were drafted specifically targeted harry's act. he used to work out on the venice beach storm drain at rose avenue doing kempo and kung fu crane style exercises. sometimes i'd get up there to stretch and work out a little alongside him and we'd get going a little bit in a capoeira like dance, but nowhere near as close because he was swinging a big stick and i was all over the place with my dance. here's harry's song, "i wonder what a man might do on mars"
this here is peter demian and his band, street smart, who i played with quite a bit when i lived in venice. back then he had a partner called phoenix who played a curved soprano sax like i have now. peter had a set of his own tunes that he mixed in with classic rock and roll standards played with whoever could hang with them, which sometimes was ten or fifteen players that might include some big name guys. cats like gene simmons from kiss, ray manzarek of the doors or jessie ed davis, who played on the side of a whole mess of players , would sit in and nobody but the band knew who they were.
i was only going to put one street smart tune in this,
but here's peter tearing up "The Letter" so i thought you would like that too.
before you watch this video , go pee first and be very careful drinking beverages near your keyboard while it's playing. this is my guru, the late swami x, a crazy old NJ jew who did the india thing back then and came back to the states to become a bench top comic raver. swami was piss your pants and blow your drinks out your nose kind of funny. this was one really beautiful , very wise and totally nuts old guy who finally passed on last year surrounded by his friends.
i don't know exactly what year this was made, but it looks like the mid 80's to me .
well shit! how do i edit these? i can't see an edit button anywhere and these things keep double posting on me.
well here's a bonus! here's swami giving an hour of shtick at UCLA in 1973 i've never seen.
here's his last video
