THE SECOND ATTENTION
The witches visited me late last night deep within my second attention...I was dreaming I was in an An orange tile room in a strange airport that was kind of like a public suana bathhouse when the first witch came in and a jolt of energy suddenly shifted me completely into the second attention and everything seemed to solidify around me while the light gradient changed. Everything was suddenly as real and as concrete as the everyday world... "Why are you impotent Barry?" She asked me as she dove into the floor and swam to me as the floor became water..."The energy is Here"... I said, meaning in the second attention,,, in my dreaming energy body...I asked her if she was a sorceress and she said yes and suddenly her face was right in front of mine & I kissed her lips involuntarily and she giggled kind of like a child...I complained to her that she had it so easy as she was female & the poltergeists from the other world only have interest in males...Suddenly my perspective shifted and I was flying thru different airports all over the place.... London, New York,Pittsburg, Los Angeles in the blink of an eye I had been thru all these airports when my attention shifted again and I was walking thru Los Angeles International and I saw myself walking to my Left...I had heard of dreaming that you were watching yourself sleeping in the second attention but I'd always heard that if you met your double face to face that you were a dead sorceror... I walked up to myself and said "who are you?" & I turned to my second attention & said "Im you,,, Dude" at which point I realized my hair looked funny on the other me and that I was in LA for a press shoot at a point in the future and said well at least look good man.... & started to fix his(my) hair as we walked thru the airport not even slowing down when my perspective switched again and a jolt of energy paralized me temporarily... I was laying down on the floor next to the waiting windows underneath the chair where people sit and wait for their flights and watch the planes take off staring up at the ceiling when a bunch of beautiful girls wearing short dresses gathered around me in a circle.
I suddenly realized with a certainty that they were all witches (sorceresses)
(Apparrently we were invisible to everyone else,,,, no one so much as glanced at us) they began running their fingers thru my hair & one said "look at his eyes"....then another "He's smart"....And then another "He knows."......then I was suddenly upright sitting in a chair facing the window when one in a yellow sundress straddled me as if to ride me sexually and wrapped her legs around me and put her elbows on my shoulders and gently put her forehead against mine as the sunshine turned golden behind her and the airplanes lifted off roaring & I woke back into the first attention....
STONED WITH CLINT EASTWOOD
I had just got back to my pickup parked near Fort Mason across the street from the marina grocery store in San Francisco where I woke up that morning not knowing where I was exactly but looking out my window to the Golden gate bridge and kind of grinning to myself how funny life is sometimes. I had gone down to Golden gate park on a bus after that & was sitting under a tree and letting the sunshine on my closed eyelids & just enjoying the warmth when theses hippies got me to open my eyes and proceeded to sell me a gigantic bag of Male Marijuana leaves that had been resonated in some weird pipe for like $15... Anyways I just rolled and smoked this stuff all afternoon and got bored and went into the Grocery store to get a sandwich and a coke....There was hardly anybody in the store and when I ended up at the checkout line there was only one person ahead of me and hardly anybody else in the store...I was lookin at the tabloid magazines and glanced up & the guy in front of me was Clint Eastwood,,, the most famous western actor since John Wayne...He kind of looked at me with this look in his eyes that said "Man I hope this guy doesnt mess with me and try to get an Autograph or something" So I just kept looking at the tabloid magazines like nothing was out of the ordinary and checked out and had my sandwich & coke and got back to smoking Marijuana in my pick-up.... So technically I have been stoned with Clint Eastwood before,,,even though it was just for maybe ten seconds in a grocery store checkout line in San Francisco California in 1999.
Life is crazy.
LAS VEGAS SUMMERTIME BLUES
Last night after reviewing my album and eating maybe just a little LSD I regretfully paced the floor and spoke vain words into the air till I almost collapsed from insane exhaustion. Everything culminated, All the drug usage, the music, my insane lonesome ramblings all mashed up into a little blackhole of antimatter and destroyed itself right there and Oh thank God in heaven man. What a relief to be free from all those meaningless details. I just sat there after I peaked and listened to the silence of the universe all relaxed and there was one lonesome fly buzzing around the room and I hallucinated it saying “you murdered all my friends” and crying and carrying on and I began to feel guilty for only a few days earlier I had mass murdered at least 100 flies all while giving them the names of everyone I was ever mad at and so on. I pretended I was a hit-man for the Mafia and my name was Perez. I would always say some smart remark before I killed them like Robert Dinero or Al Pacino in their Gangster movies. I would get a real intense scene going & then proceed to kill all the flies. It was a very good vent for my frustrations at first but then I got carried away with it and had to go get drunk on champaigne & cocaine with Felix & Emily who are secret Lovers yet are not so good at keeping it a secret. After getting royally stoned I went home & heard some giant voice from out in the Abyss out from the outskirts of infinity which is God or some indescribable force tell me “ You are not to kill any Living thing at all “, and I went into a dream of making Love with beautiful women on Television.
I woke up & went to work as the sun rose. I had gotten a job working with the crop dusters & spraying the side of the fields where the planes couldn’t go… It was a fantastic job, I got be alone in the countryside and roll around and I got paid for it too… I enjoyed watching one pilot named Valter from Sweden fly underneath the Telephone wires and then swoop up high in graceful arcs to the clear blue yonder then back down again, dive bombing the fields with graceful precision. He would speak Swedish slang on the CB radio with an old cowboy named Dar who always came up some witty remark about whatever nonsense was going on…. I had my assigned fields and my own truck so I’d just ramble around alone in the Lazy Golden sun that shines down the same old way all the way thru eternity until the end of time. I’d smoke a joint in my truck and just Laugh at how I was getting away with it & just roll around spraying the edges of the fields and watching the crop dusters zip around and daydream about Las Vegas where the summer before I had left after buying beer for the under aged kids of the son of the Famous drummer who drummed for chuck berry & Dizzy Gillespie and made him really mad even though he himself was a raging alchoholic and would drink Colorado Bulldogs all night and fall down…The summer before that Me and my friend Danny from Northern California were living in a tunnel underneath Las Vegas’ west side and would go hang out with all the punk Rockers who would glue their hair up into Mohawks and Laugh constantly while me and Danny were trying to be Bhuddas like Jack Kerouac and pretty much just being homeless in the Extremely Hot Las Vegas summer. We’d bum change from rich people and Danny would walk barefoot on the burning sidewalks and speak about women & rock & roll and smile really big and suggest swimming pools and we’d just walk across town and go find some secluded apartment complex pools with maybe big tree stardusters shading us from the Hot sun and that’s how we took baths. We’d just jump in swimming pools fully clothed and Float around and talk about the universe and Rock & Roll and were just best friends and considered ourselves to be on our way to enlightenment & infinity & were free as Eagles. After a day of such ramblings we’d go down to the strip which would just start lighting up as the sun set, and earn beer & food money for the night playing our guitars down on the strip while all the tourists and gamblers strolled by into the night. One of the punk Rockers names was John and he was a native of Las Vegas. He’d lead the way and show us around mostly being sarcastic and sincerely sweet he’d say “Its just a pair of dice” making a play on the word “paradise”. With John leading the way wed Ramble on up into the Rich casinos like the Luxor and the Tropicana and get chased by security guards after getting to the very top where the high rollers would order room service after getting smashing drunk and eat one bite out of gourmet chicken sandwiches and hamburgers and then set the trays right back out the door where crazy bhoddisatvas and punk rockers with glued up Mohawks would hungrily devour the rest of the meals like dogs on the streets, only we didn’t growl at each other over the food…We’d eat & fill up and after evading security guards stroll out into the dreamlike Las Vegas strip and into the bhuddist night with the Vanilla cocaine moon and teardrops of star just Floating up in the void while Danny was always bubbling over with enthusiasm like a shaken beer about everything good in life and at one point while screaming “Rock & Roll Forever” at the top of his lungs jumps up on the escalator rails and rides them one foot on each rail all the way down which I copy him and do too as tourists from Japan stare in wide eyed horror and Amusement and begin taking photographs and also draws the attention of policemen who who throw us back out into the night with the great summer rushes of people from all over the world, moving thru the lights like a never ending river of pulsating energy into infinity. The next day it must have been 150 degrees in the shade and some man gave us directions to a Catholic church with a big veranda and vaulted Spanish corridors and courtyard which was beautiful and made of white stucco and also mysteriously vacant. We rambled around inside into the kitchen where we cooled off and I immediately began playing the piano and Danny found some wine and started chug a lugging it & it literally bit him drunk on the spot cause after that we walked to the Giant supermall down the street and Danny says “Look at those Girls” and proceeds to walk into and fall into a Huge Glass display case of perfume which literally cascades down into broken bottles and the smell of expensive perfume wafting up into the aircontioning… Needless to say, the mall policemen arrested him for being drunk and I went to punk Rock Johns house to stay for a few weeks before I got thrown out for buying everyone beer.
HANK WILLIAMS JR. & THE GIANT ASTEROID FROM OUTER SPACE
I had left rolling in a greyhound bus from Seattle after losing my job cleaning offices in the skyscrapers downtown & was headed for New York city to try & chase down my tomorrow. I dreamed of playing Blues in small clubs around the island for the rest of my life. I daydreamed I was Howlin Wolf & sometimes even Lightnin Hopkins & sometimes I'd bust out in a song. I fell asleep as we left & when I woke it was in a strange surreal otherworldly blue world that was Dark as night in what would turn out to be the Legendary Blizzard of 96. I looked out my window & a gigantic snow covered mountain that looked as big as mount Everest loomed to the south of the highway. I fell back into a dream & woke in Billings Montana where we were to be trapped all day & I took my guitar out in the Greyhound garage to smoke ciggarrettes and play and some hippy looking guys joined me. One said "thats cool Blues" & said "Hey man, Look at this" & brought out a brand new GLOCK pistol. I told him he had an Awesome gun and he let me twirl it around my finger. "I always wanted to play Blues" he said " I just never found the time"...We went and ate breakfast at a diner and commented on how beautiful all the women were... All our busses got re-routed to Denver cause the blizzard had totally frozen the roads to Chicago...I caught my bus & we rolled south for a while & stopped in some small little place in Wyoming where we changed bus drivers and I went in to a bar where Giant sausage fingered Mean looking cowboys were getting Drunk and red-eyed. I smoked a ciggarrette & got back on the Bus where I slept till I woke up at dawn rolling into the outskirts of Denver looking at the strangest purple pinkish moon I had ever seen...and rightfully so because It was in Full lunar eclipse at that moment...We wound up pulling into downtown Denver with snowflakes falling everywhere & I walked in & paced the floor and got bored. I stepped outside to smoke a ciggarrette & couldnt get my lighter to work cause of the snowy breeze so this girl with pale blue eyes says "monkey fuck my ciggarrette" So I lit up off the Glowing ember & told her it was unladylike for a woman to speak that way & smiled. We got along famously & it turns out her name was Elise and she was from Indianapolis & wound up getting on my bus to New York. I was the first one on and reserved the back seat for myself so I could stretch out. She & some guy from portland got into the seat in front of me and we rolled east. I had headphones & was listening to the Black Crowes "Southern Harmony & Musical Companion" She came back & asked if she could sit w/ me & listen & sidled up next to me & listened to the Record by the window while I daydreamed till sunset when suddenly she stuck her tongue in my ear & made out w/ me no joke all the way to Saint Louis in the middle of the night where we held hands & said that we believed in Love at first sight & got back on together & this young marine who just got out of the service was celebrating getting out & had smuggled a bottle of bourbon on board and shared mixed drinks with us of coca cola & whiskey while telling us stories...Elise had Kolono pins which were little pills of synthetic opium or somesuch thing and fed me about three of them & I went out like a light. She woke me up in Indianapolis & said "Come on" & I said "well my bus is goin to New York City" & she says "come on & just stay the night w/ me ,You can catch another bus tomorrow." So I did & got to her Families house after her her mother picked us up at the greyhound station & takes us straight to her brothers hockey practice where her brother & his best friend smoke marijuana w/ me & Elise gives me three more pills & I become magically hallucinogenically stoned. We get back to the house & Im shown to the guest room where I promptly pass out & sleep all the rest of that day & the following night While everyone else has a pizza party upstairs. I woke to the cheerful sound of Elises mom saying up & atem just like she was my mom & notice there is a coat of arms above the bed. Something like a knights chain mail & helmet with two sword crossing in an X which I daydreamingly thank the gods didnt fall on my head & cut my head off. Elise rides w/ us to the station while her mom grills me w/ questions about my plans for tommorrow & to my suprise & amusement says that she thinks music is a Great way to make money. I arrive at the step of the bus after thanking her mother & she throws her arms around my yelling "Thank you for coming into my Life!" & kisses me goodbye with me feeling like a million bucks & change. I woke up in philidelphia sometime later in the bitter cold where we changed drivers and bang on thru the night till I wake up at dawn w/ my head resting on the vibrating window & the engine growling in my head & the Manhatten skyline of castlelike skyscrapers outlined by the prettiest pink sunrise. We got over the river and I got out to go in the station and everything smelled like diesel feul & the terminals all covered in litlle red tiles. I get all my stuff & take one look in my pocket & realize I have like $100 left & am horrified at the prospect of being homeless in this city & decide to buy a bus ticket back to Texas so I can go get stoned w/ my freinds and play Blues...”I just wanted to introduce myself in person New York” I said to the still Blue streets of dawn & smoked ciggarrettes and paced daydreaming I was a Tiger in a cage while a homeless bag lady Glared at me w/ angry eyes & when I asked her the time shot me the bird & told me to go to hell. Well anyway time rambles by & I catch my bus back down south & cant remember anything about anything probably recovering from being so stoned in Indianapolis & crazy New York city that Im incoherent until I wake up & its nighttime & the Bus drivers yelling “Nashville Tennessee!” at the top of his lungs. We have a layover of an hour in which I find myself outside in downtown Nashville smoking cigarettes & pacing & looking up at the starry night sky which is amazingly clear. At one point Im looking up & no joke look down & If it aint the Devil Himself then it was someone who looked Very Very Much like Him. There stood Hank Williams Jr. Towering next to me & He was Drunk…on Whiskey…. “Do I know you?” he said ”Naw, Im just rollin thru” Says I “Well do you know who I am?” he asked kind of soberly” “No” I says Then He smiled and says “Good” He started pointing up in the sky and tellin me there was a giant asteroid headed for earth & its name was woodworm & that it was going to cause the end of the world when it hit. He was very serious about it and kept tryin to point right at it and have me see it down his arm as If I were sighting down a rifle. We parted ways after shaking hands & I rolled out of Nashville with the smell of whiskey in the breeze & wondering about the end of time….
Sure enough….Not that year but the very next year A comet named Hale –Bop got very very close to the earth & you could see it in the sky for weeks & sometimes when I saw it, if I wasn’t thinking bout some girl who was makin my heart ache,,,, I’d think of Nashville.
FRANK SINATRA ORANGE
I was in Orange county on chapman BLVD. & was camped out in my pickup in the parking lot of a temp Agency I had found work at after having tried to follow the Grateful Dead from Las Vegas to LA & broke down in San Bernardino & rambled & banged around till I was pretty much gone out of my mind. I just worked the little jobs around town they would give me mostly at factories & warehouse or moving furniture & I would just dig the southern California sunset evenings and bang around Orange in my truck or walk up & down chapman BLVD & eat tacos or chili cheese fries or pizza slices & drink Ice tea & swim in motel swimming pools when nobody was looking. I was walking down the Avenue when An older women with smeared lipstick informed me on her life story which was Micheal Eisner (who owned Disneyland) owed her something like four hundred and sixty seven quadrillion dollars. I looked at her smeared lipstick & shopping cart & knew at once she was living on the street & wondered how she could be so sincere if it werent true. I reminded myself that it is a very crazy world and said a little prayer for her and rambled on. I was bangin around this little mall area that had a bar & tattoo parlor & decided to chat w/ the artists in the parlor who told me that you go thru hell to become a tattoo artist & talked about the Blues & smoked. I went into the bar & A very drunk older woman tried to hit on me & take me home when I had only drank maybe four beers & then when I say what the heck whispers in my ear "you dont mind if I have venereal disease do you?" and smiled really big & crazy & this man who looked like a movie star suddenly broke into the scene and introduced himself to me as Captain Blood & asked me to come with him to see one of his movie theaters that he owned. Later he told me that he was just tryning to save me from the crazy woman who he actually knew & didnt think too much of. I thought he was joking about owning movie theaters but we got downtown in Orange & we walked up to the front of this dark movie theater & he opened it up with a key & turned on all the lights and told me all about hollywood & the film project he was working on with soundtrack musicians and I was astonished. There were red velvet curtains & Giant silver screens & I thought that maybe he was a movie star (I also became a little afraid not knowing why he had taken the time to show me these things and becoming a little bit suspicious). He then took me to an All night Diner and proceeded to tell me that he thought I was a revolutionary & a visionary & bought my breakfast at two in the morning. At some point he became grumpy telling me "Man you just got to make it man." "If youre not going to do it for yourself then do it for me or for the moon or whoever but just make it". Needless to say we were both extremely drunk. He seemed frustrated w/ me and said "I dont know man, this is where we part ways," and left me out in the night...the next day I woke up in the cab of my pickup out in that parking lot and this good looking chick is rollerskating around & listenening to headphones out in the back lot under the trees. I get out and smoke and look up in the sky & this old fashioned propeller plane is up in the sky right above me & as I watch astonished it writes the shape of a heart in the sky & then the initials F.S. plus some other letter .S and flies away. I just stood there looking at it stoned by the sight of it.
Later .. I found this writing of my time in Southern California I had just happened to be readin a book by Frank Sinatras Daughter who, in the book described the exact date & place in southern California where I was homeless at the time....Mr. Sinatra had hired the Pilot to write the valentine in the sky for his daughters birthday & I was standing right underneath it....
what a wonderful world
GOIN TO THE WEST COAST BLUES
It started raining as I approached El-Paso & kept on till I Got into the mountains. I travelled thru the sunset into the darkness. I raced past a crowd of ghosts in the night, Haggard looking strange men just walking as if in a dream thru the New Mexican desert. I slept out in the desert in my car.... When I woke the sun was Floating Golden in the blue sky & I was stoned. I wound up in Albequerque crazy,,,smoking ciggarrettes while speeding down the freeway. I spun out of traffic & headed for Santa Fe & got there in the sunset. Got a motel room & felt like an outlaw for a while then took a shower while singing the Blues. Stayed up all night watching Movies on the Television & woke up in a Rose colored sunset. I bought cold beers and went downtown & got drunk & smoked ciggarrete All up & down San Francisco street.I walked to the Old church & smiled. I walked thru the parks w/ street people Laughing. I walked down the street while Indians played Flutes & space music as the twilight descended thru the stardusters of the trees. Suddenly I saw a door & I walked thru it into a beautiful cobblestone courtyard with a Giant umbrella & a fountain & trees that were raining red Flower petals gently all around me. People applauded in some pub & Jazz music was on the breeze. I laid down on a stone bench & watched little birds pulling flower petals off the trees. I didnt move & became part of the scenery. I imagined it to be the perfect Graveyard & that I was dead while pretty little birds dropped flower petals on my face while the twilight turned Orange. I got up feeling Enlightened. I had a buzz from the beer & started feeling like an outlaw Again but a pretty girl at a bus stop diffused my sense w/ a smile. I walked down the red brick streets in a strange otherworldly golden twilight & bought a bunch of Tacos & went back to my motel room where I fell asleep w/ my guitar in my hands. In the morning I turned in my key & left, hoping to take a shortcut up 126 & cut over to Route 666 just past Farmington. Turns out it was just an old mountain road w/ a sign that says "unpassable in winter months" but I went crazy & tried anyways. I got about 30 miles up in the desolate mountains & got stuck in shin deep Red Clay ice slush mud. I got out & smoked & walked in circles in the snow. I devised stories in my mind about surviving in the wilderness like a caveman. I daydreamed for hours & suddenly a herd of wild horses galluped across the creek & I ran after them, thinking what a great story it would be to catch one a ride it back to civilization by the mane. they ran away into the mountains. I got all turned on thinking about women & screwing in the mountains when this drunk guy drives past in a 4x4 & says he'll send somebody to haul me out in a few minutes like it was nothing. I had been sitting there for hours. Finally a mountain man came by & hooked chains to the car & told me about his wife & kids & looked dishevelled as I handed him $20 & said goodbye. Somewhere between there and Farmington I found a Nudie magazine on the road. It was a Brand New shiny Hustler magazine w/ every kind of harlot in the world just sittin naked & pretty & shinin heat onto me right where it counts. I rocketed down the road & got turned on looking at it. I stopped just before Farmington & got gas & hotdogs & a Rolling Stone magazine...I stopped & got a motel room & slept & shot out onto 666. There is really something so Devilish about that road. the scenery is strange. Outside of Shiprock theres an otherworldy Giant rock that looks like an ancient Ruin of a castle that was carved out of a mountain. It stoned me. I passed a front end loader dumping Tons of dead sheep into the trailer of a semi-truck. I cruised straight thru Colorado into Utah where it started Raining I sang the Blues For miles & miles until I got to Idaho. At this time it was 1997 and there was this comet named Hale Bop that was just jivin right close to Earth. If you looked up into the sky, you could see it in broad daylight All Majestic,psychedelic & Twinkling.
I stared at it,stoned, thinking of this mass suicide this bizarre cult had commited in Southern California at this place named Rancho de Santa Fe. Apparently the cult leader said there was a spaceship behind the comet & you had to kill yourself to get on-board, so they all killed themselves in brand new tennis shoes & tried to catch it.... I fell asleep in the countryside & woke up & drove clear all the way to Portland OR. all along the beautiful majestic Columbian River.
I called my Friend Russel & went to his apartment & got stoned & drunk & played the guitar a little bit as the sun set.
Russel called Archie on the Telephone who bust in the door looking like John Lennon w/ a cowboy hat & disco danced across the Floor holding his hand up for a high-five Sayin "Whaaasaauhp Scare" & smiling like the Devil. Russel busted out his stash & we all got stoned again & called to Girls on the street & Glowed. Archie & I left & got in his car & smoked & agreed it was High Times & Rock & Roll Forever. I walked in & let the light into my mind. It was so plush w/ Salvador Dali's on the wall & Archies wife Amy sittin on the couch. Archie went & got his bong & practically made me take a bong hit so huge I almost coughed my Lungs out. I became stoned,,, very very high...It was almost halucinogenic & dreamlike when all the sudden Archie came back in & blew out the oil lamps like a magician & said Goodnight & left me in utter darkness.
SEATTLEITE BLUES
One fine day in Seattle, I decided to go out & Find some Northern Lights & wound up in the U-District Where a Strange man with black irises Sold me an Entire Eighth of Hallucinogenic Mushrooms fo fifteen dollars. I ate them like snack food on the busride back to Ballard where I was going to drop by & visit my Aunt on my way back to my Flat. I talked to her a little bit & Ate some more right in Front of her which she didnt seem to notice a bit. I got back home & it was Late Golden Sun Afternoon. I opened the door & the Floor started coming up in waves & I started Laughing. It was such a heavy buzz I could almost hear it, Feel it, vibrating into the walls & things. I began playing a Rock & Roll tune on the Guitar & Blues Harp & decided to just catch a bus Downtown & make some ciggarrette money at Pike market. While waiting for the bus I Gave some chick a flower & told her she was beautiful & she smiled & said thank you & It stoned me... I got downtown & The Afternoon got more & more Golden as I became more & more stoned. I kept on playing some blues. A small crowd gathered & Applauded Which I experienced as A wave of Numb pleasure that passed thru my body like a slow motion shock-wave of energy. A barefoot woman cut the Flowers out of the Flowershop for the day as the closed the doors & layed them in my case saying "Keep playing for Jesus". I think she was with the Dead. I rode home still smiling & headed back out to Ballard Dennys where I met up w/ the Dennys crowd where we all decided to go to the beach & Drop sanskrit LSD & make huge bonfires in the blue Twilight.
We smoked & walked all over Town All night long. One of the dudes from Northern California had this ukelele he had found & I tuned it to an open tuning & played it all night long as we walked. It was giving me chills. I took it as we were crossing a bridge & used the hand rail as a bow & made some strange space song as the sun began to rise, sliding the strings over it upside down. I was 18 & Everything...Everything... was Magic....
I ended up deciding to Fly back to Texas & I dressed like a hippy Rock Star in bell bottoms & psychedelic button-ups I got from a vintage clothing shop. (This is waaay before I actually Was a Rock Star). Anyways I convinced this beautiful Devastatingly gorgeous Blonde stewardess that I was a Rock Star & of legal Age & she sweetly served me whiskey after whiskey until I was Drunk at 30,000 feet up in the clouds....I got home & Everybody got stoned & had an awesome summer. They all thought I had gotten Famous, but all I had gotten was stoned out of my mind.
HOMELESS IN SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA BLUES
After trying to Follow the Grateful Dead from Las Vegas to Los Angeles & my car breaking down in the desert, I wound up in San Bernardino.
I woke up in the starduster canopy of this tree again w/ hot beams of cold sunlight floatin down over me & making Everything Look Blue. I got up & went into the Bowling Alley across the street where I spent the Last of my money on an orange soda. I walked down Highland Blvd. & these two beautiful black chicks winked at me so I asked them where I might go swimming. They directed me to a school where all the locals would jump the wall & swim outlaw style. There were two dudes named Joe there who were supposedly brothers. The first one told me he had a $25,000 Record contract w/ Atlantic Records & that I should start gigging LA so I could get signed, The second one told me that all the Hells Angels had made it with his Ma while he was still in the womb and that now hes accepted by all the Hells Angels and has their protection. We swam & swam. San Bernardino was on Fire that summer. The mountainsides were either black or burning. Floating in that water was heaven. The other Joe stated talking about shotguns & robberies & I asked him if He'd ever been on a Robbery. He said yeah, all non-chalant & said he'd killed dozens of people. Then he started plying like he was spiderman & shooting the other Joe in the chest. They kept playing, we all had a good time. I asked how you get into the Hells Angels & young Joe tells me to either get tattoes all over my arms or get drunk at every bar in southern California. The Older Joe then sid you have to let the entire gang hit you in the face & never hit back. I said " I'd rather be w/ the Grateful Dead" then everyone got quiet & we left. they said we might meet again later & went their seperate way. Those two pretty black girls walked by again & asked if I'd had a good swim. I said "yeah". She said I should've waited for her so I told her we could go again so she told me to wait right there for her to change & come back which of course she never did. I went & got a microwave Lasagna w/ food stamps and ate it while this homeless man keeps telling me how he always forgets to eat cause he's always fixin on heroin. I went back to the Bowling alley & hung out as the sun set. I woke up in the starduster & walked all the way across town While hookers made cat-calls at me & the sun glowed hot. I went into a pawn shop & played Guitars for a spell then walked on smoking & feeling strange. I walk past this Gym where this weightlifter guy is crying about how a baby bird chick fallen out of its nest & how humanity hardly has any heart left. So i picked it up & climbed this palm tree & put it back in its nest & the weightlifter dude was all choked up & appreciative. I the went in a tatto parlor & Talket to the pretty Redhead receptionist about Rock & Roll & sprituality till I got bored and left. I walked on down the line & went into this secluded convenience store at the exact moment it was being robbed, a very angry black man & the Indian clerk were fighting over the counter for about 45 seconds and the clerk fought him off. He called the police while checking out my popcorn & soda. I went out in the empty parking lot and ate while the sun began to set. This old lady came around the corner & puked all over a bush & walked over to some man all happy.
I found a salvation Army and they let me in for the night. I met a pitch black man from New Orleans who was a proffessional piano player & I told him I knew a girl from New Orleans who was a witch. Then he rambled into this long story about how he and his freind had gone into this parlor in New Orleans and met this witch who told them that she used to be a bad witch. Then she pulled a giant foot long worm out of his ear & scared him half to death & made them run as fast as lightning thru the graveyard to get away. He said there was snakes crawlin everywhere & skeleton heads & incense. It was weird. Later he started giving me advice on how to get by. He told me I should move to Hollywood & pretend to have a disease & they would start giving me everything for free. He told me all the details and how to go to a mental hospital and act crazy so they'd give me free money. He even acted out how I was to act & jumped around wild eyed & crazy. We smoked & tired out & slept. I woke up at the break of dawn the next day & left the shelter & tried to report my car stolen cause I couldnt find it anywhere & this lady cop gets all Furious for no reason and says "Dont you ever, EVER file a false police report w/ me because Im the kind of bitch that'll haul you in" & her face started twitching cause she's throwing out all these intimidation tactics & Im standing there with this shit-eating grin on my face fantasizing about sitting down to a loveley dinner with her & theres cheezy porno music in the background & a disco mirror ball shooting dots of light everywhere spinning & she's grinning at me over her wine cause she's drunk, then it cut into a scene where we're riding in her cruiser down some desolate road & I say "You wanna do it?" & she says "sure" & screeches the car to a halt on the side of the road moaning loudly. Everything was so Satanic. I walked acroos town to a park & talked to a guy who was in Love with a bird & gave me a ciggarrette. I ended up sleeping on the rooftops of office buildings & now I got Blues. I went to the tracks and tried to catch Trains but they were moving too fast. I went hitchhiking up the highway and singin the blues & my only ride was a Highway Patrolman who dropped me off in the middle of nowhere. I walked thru the desert till I found Railroad tracks again & tried catching a train again but the engineers kept speeding up so I couldnt get on. I got mad & called God an Asshole & now I got Blues. I walked up to this weigh station where this cop wont tell me which precinct has found my car & syas after 30 days they can sell it & totally doesnt care that Im homeless and starving out in the desert. I keep on the road where I get my one ride to I-10 from A guy named Carlos who tells me Religion is for the week & I should join the marines. It was like he had ESP & knew how I felt. He gave me $2 and let me go at a truckstop. I slept in some weeds and woke up crazy & singing the blues. I bought an overpriced peice of extremely bad pizza and was eating it When I saw this dude tryin to bum a ride to San Diego then bum a boat ride in Mexico down thru the Panama canal and from there on to Europe. That gave me bright ideas so I started trying to bum a ride from all the truckers and eventually got one from a seven foot tall Giant from Texas who said hed pay me $900 a week to unload cargo for him & that he had a daughter who was about my age & beautiful & if she ever got into
the truck w/ us he expected me to make Love to her then & there. When he pulled in to stop I told him I had to make a call & proceed to ditch him cause he seemed legitamately crazy. I was in Ontario by then & I took a bath fully clothed in an Apartment complex pool for a while as the sun went down. I had just gotten out & was walking dripping wet past a movie theater parking lot not even two blocks away when I hear a shot. The shooter came flying around the corner at high speed so I casually jumped the nearest fence where there was no joke a snarling black bull mastif running toward me with eqaul intensity so I jumped right back over. The shooter was gone. I went over to the parking lot where A man was crying on the phone to the police about his friend who had been shot when the wounded man was driven up beside us at the phone and got out & lay down at our feet. He was wearing a white t-shirt and the entire front was Red w/ a little bullethole right in the center. He kept fainting and they'd wake him up & he'd spit this awful yellow stuff out trying to breathe. The police and Ambulance came & made me hold the IV drip while the choppers spotlighted the Area. I had to file a police report and be a witness but I had only heard the shot so they let me go. My car was towed to Apple Valley Where I found the Mountainsides were on Fire & a bunch of old bikers from the 60's were telling me to Fight when the End came. They said it was just like star-wars the way things was happening. Then a bunch of their kids started tryn to hang around me so I Told them that I owned the whole universe & would sell the planet Jupiter at rock bottom prices. They half believed me & left me alone.
ZZZ
I was walkin down the street & a bum named Earl bummed 35 cents off of me and five ciggarrettes. He hung on me so I invited him back to my flat where I gave him all of my food. I played blues songs on my guitar for him for a while & we smoked & he invited me to go get a beer. I wound up at a broken down abandoned motel with an Alchoholic family drinking plain wrap beer in one of the rooms. One man kept talking about the dreams he had had the night before & the rest of them just kept drinking beer. The old man beside me told me he had spent $400,000 in the last 40 years on ciggarrettes & beer. I walked home as the sun began to set..
WITCH FROM NEW ORLEANS
One stoned evening half buzzed from beers * stoned & lonesome I drifted into a truckstop where a beautiful Blonde with a nametag that said "Brandi" was serving truck drivers their dinners. I suddenly planned to seduce her & told myself the Righteous are bold as Lions. I walked up to the counter feeling cool & Alright when Brandi flew up in front of me with her Beautiful Big Breasts swinging to a stop beneath her blouse. "If you Let me stay with you, I'll lick honey off of your sweet naked body late at night" I suggested with Ridiculous non-chalance. Suddenly A small chick w/ a Brooklyn accent approached me while Brandi said "NO!" & smiled. The small chick asked me what I said incredulously so I repeated the statement just to double my own amusement & we got to talking. We smoked ciggarrettes till the end of her shift & she spoke to me about spirits and psychedelic theories of Life. She invited me home and we walked thru dark glass doors to her car then into her house. We sat out back by the swimming pool underneath galaxies of stars by candlelight & spoke sweetly of yesterdays. She was so pretty with shoulder length brown hair with a tint of Red dye NO. 5, Big brown gypsy eyes & plump pink lips that looked like hallucinogenic bubblegum in my opinion. Her name was Melissa & she told me she used to live on Bourbon street in New Orleans. She told me she was a witch, Though I didnt believe her at the time...Now I do...Anyways , it became a regular thing. I would drag my virtually homeless patchouli scented skeleton to the diner & entertain her until she got off...One night we decide we would go to the city. I was very hyper & in a good mood & she was Blue & wanted to drink coffe at a coffeehouse. So we went in and drank coffee all night while I made abstract remarks about the universe. She told me I was probably a Manic depressive & I told her she was probably right & asked her if she wanted to go walk outside among the skyscrapers & smoke ciggarrettes. Punkrockkers with foot tall glued up mohawks drifted by and smiled at us. We walked to some artificial waterfalls downtown & she walked next to the water back & forth while I lay in the grass & tried to meditate on distant suns out in space. She sat down beside me playfully & spoke a while. "Come here" she said softly & gently lulled my lips into a kiss that lasted an hour...Then she quit and said she had a boyfriend in Arkansas & that she didnt like him but he had saved her from the streets earlier in time back in New Orleans. I said "Well just be my Girl anyways & stay w/ me" though I had virtually nothing to offer her except Love.
She said she was going to see him that weekend and after that she'd think about it. We held hands all the way home and sang songs about Marijuana "Why is everybody Always pinchin my weed, Yeah! Why is evrybody always pinchin my weed, Hey!", "Im so stoned Im in outer space, Im so stoned I cant feel my face!" It was Magic.... I let her off at her house & kissed her lips in the orange streetlights. She went away to Arkansas & I thought I wouldnt care but I was already madly in Love w/ the idea of her. The day she was supposed to come back the old madness got me & I got whisky drunk & went skinny dipping in a cattle watering pond way out in the deep countryside. I swam & swam When something in the water bit my dick & bolted me out of the water into my car. I drove halfway to town naked before I stopped & put my clothes back on.
Ramblin Like a Rolling Stone Blues
Went down to Texas, Worked at a Labor Hall for a while. Ended up out on the west coast, in Crescent city California, My friend Dan Had just got back from Vegas. Hung out w/ Dan at his girl Carries house & played guitar & got drunk. Got a room at the ocean way motel & joined the Army in a drunken haze the next day & got sent up on a greyhound bus to Portland Oregon & went back to Texas. Turbulent Flight on 747 to South Carolina for Basic training where I was in reception battallion for a month & decided to get myself kicked out of the Army by messin around w/ pretty Girls. Had to pretend I was sick to go to the infirmery where I messed around w/ more pretty girls & fianlly got chapter 11 honorable discharged. Caught bus south & got the very back seat w/ a blonde chick who got out too who had her foot on my crotch all the way to Atlanta Georgia. I got off twice & each time she made me come I'd just take the heel of her foot & really pull it into the base of my cock so I wouldnt make a mess. Got blue balls & limped around Atlanta waiting for my transfer bus while wanna-be Gangsters tried to sell me cheap platic jewelry & prayed for my money. Catch the Red eye Greyhound, Zippin thru the southern night. Good morning in Jackson Mississippi sunrise on thru Monroe Louisiana, then shreveport where I buy $10 worth of hot dogs and Soda pop & head On to Dallas where I get a Really nice Buzz off a pint of beer with the Golden sunset Refecting off all the skyscraper windows right downtown. Got home and stayed stoned for a while & rolled out of town & wound up in Pecos Tx. camping in my car in the parking lot of a truckstop & in the middle of the night a Giant Loud Thunderstorm came thru, making me pray.
Got up & looked around and drove on to Van Horn. Rolled into El Paso in the nighttime and daydreamed about Mexico. Rolled on to Las Cruces New Mexico where I hung out at the Billy the kid saloon & took a wonderful bath in a motel pool fully clothed. Got a cheezeburger at the whataburger & wolfed it down & trucked on to Wilcox Arizona where I fell asleep and dreamed That tommorrow was yesterday. I woke up & met a hitchhiker who I felt sorry for & gave a ride. He directed me to stop at stone park in Tucson where he got a giant handful of marijuana. We drove on & I got so stoned I cried. He told me all about how to grow marijuana & harvest it & everything. I dropped him off & went o Blythe where I was running low on money but went ahead & ate chili chees fries and ice cream bars cause I was hungry & didnt care. I ended up arrivin in Las Vegas from the south at night & stopped by a casino to find a Labor hall & I did but ended up gettin a job as a dishwasher in Henderson at a bar. I worked there a while & ended up goin back into Vegas Where I found Dan who had just gotten out of Jail & got really stoned & watched cartoons & went swimming in every swimming pool in Las Vegas, which made quite a few people pretty mad. I play guitar and do cocaine and sing Blues songs so loud while walking that at one point downtown on the strip a limousine cruises past slow while some chick flashes one the prettiest sets of titties Ive probably ever seen. Everything goes haywire and I end up ramblin down the road to Bakersfield where I play Blues at truckstops and actually make over $100 in a single hour and somebody buys my lunch too & makes my Infinity. I keep rolling into San Francisco Where I played Blues in a cafe called the Underground where at closing time a pretty little chick named mandy who worked there told me to stay w/ her cause she was scared. We went out walking and talking and smoking ciggarrettes on the giant steps of some cathedral when she suddenly steps on a bus & I never see her again. As Im walking back to the presidio Some dude passes me a joint thru the steel bars of one of those old fasioned door gates & chats about Rock & Roll. I thanked him & Rambled on. I get a job workin at the San Francisco Conservation Corps & spend the whole Magic summer in the presidio & diggin the city & eatin good and singin Blues up and down the Avenues & back again. Wake up in the drunk tank one night with a bunch of cops who seem to be Half Exasperated & half amused at me & get released all the way acroos town with no Idea how I got there or what I did. Mostly just dig the city & get stoned And walked the streets & even the golden gate. One afternoon that happened to be the Last 4th of July of the 20th century as I was walking back to Lombard this little group of hippies called me over to this bus stop in the shade of presidio trees & started askin me where Merle Saunders (who used to play w/ the Dead) was playin so I knew they were dead heads. I told them I didnt know & this pretty chick say,"you want to trip?" & I say "Yeah" So she says stick out your tongue & I do & she squirts LSD out of an eyedropper onto my tongue. I almost begin tripping Immediately & tell her thanks while giggling & set off into the sunset. That night I watch the Biggest Fireworks display Ive ever seen between Oakland Marin & San Francisco while sitting on the Grass at the Marina High as the moon.
I found myself on a backstreet not too far from there holding a Giant sunflower & singin the Blues.
Portland Factory Blues
Last night was a Full Moon, I had a temp job at a factory in Portland & A pretty blonde bunny came outta sight & was very sweet & kind. She said her name was Amy & she told me what to do, Which was stacking things all night long until I felt like I was stoned. It was the graveyard shift so Lunch came in the middle of the night & I ate a Taco & drank Lemonade while listening to Howlin Wolf on the Radio....Shahzaayhuuuummmm!
Eclipse
Tonight is the night of the Eclipse of the vanilla moon and a comet very Large & Close is in the sky.... Anyways I went to buy beer while watching the Hallucinogenic sky. I parked out in the countryside near the train tracks and watched the moon and drank my beer while listening to a philosopher play piano on the radio. After the moon became half hidden I decided to drive back to town & the car wouldnt start so I walked to the nearest store which was a liquor store. There was a portrait of a naked woman on the wall so I bought a budweiser And walked out into the wind down the train tracks drinking my beer & reciting strange poetry to the moon which at that time was almost completely hidden & looked like a ball of glowing charcoal...
More Southern California Blues
I wrapped up in cardboard in the starduster canopy of my tree & relinquished myself to strange night of rest but I kept thinking about the Bhuddist theory of samsara & imminent birth & death cycles & form & emptiness & my soul & what is the meaning of it all? Oh well.. I turned my bones over & slipped into a warm abyss. I was O.K. I guess..Everyone else was running around in such a hurry trying to get rich buying and selling the world & being mostly miserable. And Im not even trying, thank the Heart of Heaven...and this is MY earth and moon & even the sun belongs to me Along with everything in the universe & no-one could put a price on them, They were just Mine...
I decided to keep my soul...
It became twilight and th a crazy Mexican Festival Across the street started up & everybody was clapping and dancing and shouting along with an incredibly Loud Mariachi band who mustve used 10,000,000 Volts of Electricity so I decided to go walking thru the streets of this strange town I was stranded in while freight trains rolled right by into the sunset.
After a while I decided to go back to my tree after stealing ciggarretes from A 7-11 convenience store. I smoked and crazily spoke to the stars for hours that night in the starduster of that tree...I said "This tree is the true buddha nature of truth, It will never sin or cause turmoil. It is like an extension of the lungs of man. His breath is breathed in by the tree which in turn makes new breath...and on top of these good deeds it provides a home for the creatures of the earth in its canopy...I admire this tree more than any War Hero, Politician or Lawyer." Then my eyes got heavy & I said goodnight to my buddha tree & slipped into a luscious warm velvet sleep till the Earth had rolled over on her side & everything was hot and Golden From the Starlight of the sun..
Casey Jones Blues
One saturday night in high school After a giant everclear party I woke up on the Floor of my friend Casey Jones' room & He was crying, Clearly Drunk & stoned out of his mind..."Man Barry Either we leave right now for California or Im gonna kill myself with that shotgun over there". so we left in the middle of the night to go start a Rock & Roll band. We got Stoned out of our minds in Tucson by the boyfriend of one of my Ex-Girlfriend who was a model & wouldnt come out & meet us & drove in circles Laughing & Laughing out into the Arizona desert where there was a brilliant starry night. I slept in the backseat w/ my guitar & casey slept on the Roof way way out in the desert with giant Rock formations all strange & ominous all around. We woke up at dawn & Everything was blue...We were waaay out in the desert I soon realized as it took several hours to reach civilization. As we approached this small town Three hitchhikers flagged us down so we gave them a ride. They were two mexican farm hands & a very strange old surfer girl who had apparently just got in from Honolulu Hawaii where she had taught math to surfers. The two men got off at the town While the surfer lady decided to stick w/ us... we stopped at a Hells Angels Rally in the middle of the desert & the sky turned purple with Rain Clouds..& that surfer chick was tryn to talk surfer to all these Hells Angels with A Giant Rose over her ear I had plucked from A hotel Garden and all these biker guys are sayin "What?" and makin funny faces & laughing...She was tryin to score Marijuana, but we had to go, A storm was coming. She sat up front with Casey and made out with him & I played my guitar in the back. Later, at about sunset,she wanted a drink, So we stopped at a desert liquor store & when she went in Casey threw her stuff out the window & peeled out...
We played highway black Jack While the sun went down all purple and orange and red and blue. It was psychedelic. We stopped in Bakersfeild where I bought some marijuana from some Gangsters...We got back out on interstate & I had just poured it out on a rolling stone magazine when a highway patrolman pulled us over as I just gently shoved it under the seat. somehow we got away & just smoked bowls All the way thru the good old back roads of Summertime California. the ones with the tunnels made out of trees that run right by rivers that hardly anybody drives anymore in favor of the interstates. We ended up at caseys uncles house in Oregon who is a Full fledge Indian & took us to A pow wow sweat lodge High in the mountains where I nearly died of heat exhaustion while the indians poured water & herbs on red hot stones & beat on a deerskin drum & sang to the spirit. I have to admit though, that afterwards I felt Refreshed. Everyone was very nice to me but my aunt lived in seattle and I wanted to go Explore so Casey & I parted ways All irritated at each other from running out of weed & spending too much time together...We were best freinds.
I caught my bus at the greyhound station & we exchanged double fives all fucked up & the girls stared at us like we were from outer space or another dimension or something so I stepped onboard and Left... My bus stopped in Eugene Or. where I met a cool punk rock Girl w/ green hair named Sunflower at about sunset. She had her little brother w/ her & they were travelling alone. she had alot of jewelry on her face and was wearing a red shirt that was sewn up. I told her she had a nice shirt. she said it used to be her best friends but he jumped out of a skyscraper window & killed himself in it & now she wears it all the time...I sat beside her on the bus & we both fell asleep & dreamed all the way to seattle at sunrise while rolling down the road...
Thunderhead Blues
I went to my ApArtment & wrote a song after taking two showers. the lyrics went "I never Die" over & over & the guitar was Blues. then suddenly A Giant storm came thru, & the rain became very heavy & the wind was Howling feircely. I became convinced that I was in a tornado & became very apprehensive. the lightning danced & scorched across the purple sky while the thunder roared like a giant invisible space lion. It slowed & I stared out my door down the street. Two Girls had tried to pull out of a dance hall across the street & their car was flooded & drowned under the water. I wondered about the outskirts of infinity in my mind & went back to playing my guitar...
First Stone
I remember clearly the first time I got stoned. I was in High school & a friend of mine walked up to me in the hallway as I was leaving for the day and said "hey man" & opened up his hand...There was a joint in it. He said "smoke this at the Farm party tonight man" and smiled really big. I said "Thanks Man" and he gave me a high Five and transferred the joint into my hand as if by Magic...Me and Casey Jones went out to the Farm right after to get everything ready for the party, getting firewood for the bonfires & moving couches out of the barn & started smoking it. About halfway thru the joint I heard this funny music in my head that started speeding up really fast. I laughed & laughed & laughed until tears were streaming down my cheeks. I started walking in circles in the barn around and around. At one particular moment I was in the barn & it seemed like one moment I blinked my eyes & when I opened them, I was Way out in a feild of tall grass out on the plains pretty far from the barn. That blackout was the inspiration for the title of my first Record (BLACK MAGIC).
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