Listening to Dylan on LSD

[luisb...@aol.com]

This is something I've never tried. I wonder if others have and what the effect is. Dylan overlapped with the psychedelic period in rock music, and one of its avatars had what probably remains THE most successful Dylan cover. Yet for all of Dylan's "visionary" lyrical work during that period, he's not considered psychedelic and neither does his work seem acid-soaked at all. He seems like way more of a whiskey and cocaine and upper kind of fellow. Yet I imagine that if I was tripping my brains out listening to Stuck Inside of Mobile (with the Memphis Blues Again) I might very easily connect verses that on the surface aren't connected. Shakespeare and Mona and French girl might appear as some kind of trinity dispensing the two cures in a highly ritualistic, robed way. (Pilgrim would understand.) Or I might see a glass face to be the effect of being a sad-eyed lady, and start thinking he means that sadness makes a person transparent. Is that the sort of thing that happens? --Cheers, A Huxley fan in Brownsville

[luisb...@aol.com]

On Sunday, September 13, 2015 at 2:13:46 AM UTC-4, luisb...@aol.com wrote:
> This is something I've never tried. I wonder if others have and what the effect is. Dylan overlapped with the psychedelic period in rock music, and one of its avatars had what probably remains THE most successful Dylan cover. Yet for all of Dylan's "visionary" lyrical work during that period, he's not considered psychedelic and neither does his work seem acid-soaked at all. He seems like way more of a whiskey and cocaine and upper kind of fellow. Yet I imagine that if I was tripping my brains out listening to Stuck Inside of Mobile (with the Memphis Blues Again) I might very easily connect verses that on the surface aren't connected. Shakespeare and Mona and French girl might appear as some kind of trinity dispensing the two cures in a highly ritualistic, robed way. (Pilgrim would understand.) Or I might see a glass face to be the effect of being a sad-eyed lady, and start thinking he means that sadness makes a person transparent. Is that the sort of thing that happens? --Cheers, A Huxley fan in Brownsville

Quick addendum: Dr Harvey Osmond, who coined the word psychedelic in the fifties and who administered mescaline to Huxley, first called it psychodelic. The o was changed to an e to avoid any psychotic connotation.

[Will Dockery]

On Sunday, September 13, 2015 at 2:13:46 AM UTC-4, luisb...@aol.com wrote:

> This is something I've never tried. I wonder if others have and what the effect is. Dylan overlapped with the psychedelic period in rock music, and one of its avatars had what probably remains THE most successful Dylan cover. Yet for all of Dylan's "visionary" lyrical work during that period, he's not considered psychedelic and neither does his work seem acid-soaked at all. He seems like way more of a whiskey and cocaine and upper kind of fellow. Yet I imagine that if I was tripping my brains out listening to Stuck Inside of Mobile (with the Memphis Blues Again) I might very easily connect verses that on the surface aren't connected. Shakespeare and Mona and French girl might appear as some kind of trinity dispensing the two cures in a highly ritualistic, robed way. (Pilgrim would understand.) Or I might see a glass face to be the effect of being a sad-eyed lady, and start thinking he means that sadness makes a person transparent. Is that the sort of thing that happens? --Cheers, A Huxley fan in Brownsville

I did but the most memorable LSD trip with Bob Dylan would have to be called a bad trip... in late fall of 1981 I did two hits of blotter and suddenly my life, mostly by coincidence, hit a major crisis (one I have yet to fully recover from, or even really write about in detail) unexpectedly and /right then/... there was quite a bit of terror and desperation in the trip, which I enjoyed completely on my own.

The details will wait for another year or two, maybe longer, but the Dylan portion is that as I ran around late night East Atlanta frantically searching for Kathy, who had simply vanished from the less than a block walk from her job at Old Hickory House BBQ on Piedmont Road (building is still there, now a steak house, next door to what is now Smith's Olde Bar, then is was Gene & Gabe's Caberet) to 590 Sherwood Road, where I was waiting, expecting to trip with her as soon as she got off... but she never arrived.

There was more, with theories that everyone from the local Masonic covens to Ravenwood Church's worshipers, to a Charismatic Californis Religion group, to a white slavery ring out of Texas, CIA types, Sam Massel's real esatate sharks, the "gay mafia", and other assorted Atlanta counter cultures... I was most closely aligned with the roofing, construction (Archons) and punk rockers and all these factions and more had certain sways with the eclectic variety of frends we were making, both of us being out-of-towners from down in the country.

The (to me) (and relatively) huge population of Atlanta, and my personality type (young poet looking for an audience and thrills) led to a big and eclectic friend base, most of whom are just fading memories in these modern times.

But on the the Bob Dylan content...

Various songs from "Saved" rolled through my mind endlessly that night as the acid trip took on a cosmic, C.S. Lewis scope... the stone hill driveway at 590 Sherwood became a demonic face laughing at me, the long several blocks of Monroe Drive to where I thought (and think) Kathy must have been, friends including her fellow waitress Melody Henrnandez, the red headed chick Lorraine, Jo Cairo (Gina) upstairs... another story for another time but none of them were willing or able to give me any information on the vanished Kathy. The horrendous and spooky walk back and forth, trying to get on a Marta Bus but having no "correct change", only a $20 bill... and not being allowed on the bus because of that...

Me with Kathy (& our son Clay) in Atlanta 1981, a few months before The Trip described above:
https://www.pinterest.com/pin/357684395383123333/

And people wonder why I don't care much for the Saved album.

It is Bob Dylan's scariest record>

:D

[DianeE]

<luisb...@aol.com> wrote in message
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You don't think "Hard Rain" or "It's All Right Ma" are psychedelic? Geez, I
do.

DianeE

[JD Chase]

Certainly some of the lyrics are psychedelic, but the music isn't exactly early period Pink Floyd or Tangerine Dream...

[marcus]

"Gates of Eden" too.

[JD Chase]

Also "Visions of Johanna", "Desolation row", "Stuck inside of mobile with the Memphis Blues again"...

[Will Dockery]

On Sunday, September 13, 2015 at 12:37:00 PM UTC-4, DianeE wrote:

We had a long discussion here a while back, I think I called a musical artist "psychedelic" and was rebuffed, as there are now apparently strict standards about what is and isn't psychedelic music now.

:D

[marcus]

Didn't we determine that if a song sounded like "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida", it was psychedelic? ;-)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UIVe-rZBcm4

[Will Dockery]

That's close enough for me.

:D

[luisb...@aol.com]

This is great. I'm glad I asked. I feels like a revved up Flannery O'Connor. Did you ever locate Kathy? Where had she been?

[luisb...@aol.com]

On Sunday, September 13, 2015 at 12:37:00 PM UTC-4, DianeE wrote:

Not to me. But if they are to you, great. I'm trying to find out what it's like to experience this artist on acid since I don't plan to do it myself.

[DianeE]

"marcus" <marc...@yahoo.com> wrote in message
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>> We had a long discussion here a while back, I think I called a musical
>> artist "psychedelic" and was rebuffed, as there are now apparently strict
>> standards about what is and isn't psychedelic music now.
>>
>> :D
>
> Didn't we determine that if a song sounded like "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida", it
> was psychedelic? ;-)
>
> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UIVe-rZBcm4

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Okay, but--for example--"Epistle To Dippy" by Donovan is psychedelic as hell
and it doesn't sound a blessed thing like "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida."

Do you think "Tomorrow Never Knows" from Revolver is psychedelic?
(Rhetorical question.) Do you think it sounds like IAGDV, or does IAGDV
sound like a Bizarro version of "Tomorrow Never Knows?"

DianeE

[DianeE]

<luisb...@aol.com> wrote in message
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> Not to me. But if they are to you, great. I'm trying to find out what it's
> like to experience this artist on acid since I don't plan to do it myself.

----------------
I don't remember having listened to BD on acid, but I do remember having
listened to Sha Na Na on acid. Probably not the same thing.

It's actually a pretty good question. I'm sorry no one's been able to
answer it for you.

DianeE

[Rachel]

Someone wrote somewhere that you can't understand the song unless you are on acid.

I've never listened on acid. I've dropped acid 5-10 times??? (iirc). Nothing that special.

[Rachel]

the songs i meant (dylan).

who knows, maybe the acid i dropped contributed to my hypo/mania and my mind-blowing genius.

butt nothing beats....a great pair of leggs.... :)

[Rachel]

well, i have to make a bowl of soup now... ;-)

[marcus]

On Sunday, September 13, 2015 at 8:54:24 PM UTC-4, DianeE wrote:

> >
> > Didn't we determine that if a song sounded like "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida", it
> > was psychedelic? ;-)
> >
> > https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UIVe-rZBcm4
> -----------
> Okay, but--for example--"Epistle To Dippy" by Donovan is psychedelic as hell
> and it doesn't sound a blessed thing like "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida."
>
> Do you think "Tomorrow Never Knows" from Revolver is psychedelic?
> (Rhetorical question.) Do you think it sounds like IAGDV, or does IAGDV
> sound like a Bizarro version of "Tomorrow Never Knows?"
>
> DianeE

I can't define what makes a song psychedelic, but I know it when I hear it.

[Will Dockery]

> > It is Bob Dylan's scariest record.

> >
> > :D
>
> This is great. I'm glad I asked. I feels like a revved up Flannery O'Connor. Did you ever locate Kathy? Where had she been?

Yes (spoiler alert) she did return to me, after some thrilols and chills and with a cliffhanger ending (including a surprise cameo rescue by her fabulous, brave, raven haired and heroic sister Victoria, yeah, that Kinks riff cues in right now)... I just awoke here, so let me rev back up on a few coffees and maybe I can type out another chapter.

Me, Kathy, Clay (in Batman suit) and new addition Sarah in 1986:
https://www.pinterest.com/pin/357684395378115715/

So, eventually, there was a very happy ending... that lasted for a number of years.

And... to finally answer your question about Luis Bunuel, it happens that I watched his creepy and beautiful, almost made me think of a long "Twilight Zone" episode, a film called "The Exterminating Angel" just before the events described here, just down the hill in a small movie theater in Ansely Mall. Yes, I know know this is probably the most obvious Bunuel film to catch, and that's probably why the old gentleman, George Ellis I think his name was, was showing it.

But I digress, and digress, digression on digression like M.C Escher... could be what they call an acid flashback?

34 years later?

[gj]

I expect it would be too 'preachy', when compared to the usual go-to
sounds of Floyd, for example.

-GJ 2.0

[luisb...@aol.com]

That really is a good way to describe his songs, isn't it? Preachy. He should maybe write about that how came to be when he puts out his next book. "I'd met a lot of absolute people by that point, a lot of fire-and-brimstone, take-no-prisoners, holy-to-the-utmost, unflinching, unwavering, uncompromising, hard core, inexorable, adamant, and single-minded people. These kinds of people stared at the world with steel in their eyes and West Pennsylvania anthracite in the smithies of their souls. It was as if Jasper Johns had said to Thelonious Monk, meet me at the bodega of solitude and let us draw up our plans of battle together there as the quartz sun breaks pink in the east, as Rudy Valee dries on our cheeks. I knew I was ready to put my name on that plan of battle too. Mo Ostin would have to swim in the same tide as everyone else now. I'd found my niche."

> -GJ 2.0

[Willie]

On Monday, September 14, 2015 at 7:47:15 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
[snip]
> Yes (spoiler alert) she did return to me, after some thrills and chills and with a cliffhanger ending (including a surprise cameo rescue by her fabulous, brave, raven haired and heroic sister Victoria, yeah, that Kinks riff cues in right now)... I just awoke here, so let me rev back up on a few coffees and maybe I can type out another chapter.
[snip]

Um, Will, I hope your coffee didn't also vanish. You can't leave us hanging on this, though it's a relief you issued the spoiler. But don't feel shy about that next chapter.

[Dylanetics]

Luis B mentions Aldous Huxley and Will D replies with a reference to C.S. Lewis.

A coincidence, no doubt, but Huxley and Lewis died on the same day.

And what day was that? November 22, 1963!

IIRC, some guy wrote a play that imagines the conversation that Huxley, Lewis and JFK would have had if they had found themselves in Purgatory together with some time on their hands.

[luisb...@aol.com]

Yes! Not a widely known fact about Huxley. When his wife gave Huxley a double dose of acid on his dying bed per his request and intoned, "Light and free you let go, darling. And you are going toward the light..." neither of them were aware of what had happened in Dallas. I hadn't heard about CS Lewis, however.

[Will Dockery]

Fascinating, as Leonard Nimoy would no doubt say.

[Will Dockery]

Thanks for noticing, Willie, I'm definitely getting back to that story in a bit here...

I think it is a good one, but is also pretty painful to remember, even 34 years later.

Some things I never get used to, I just learn to turn 'em off.

[Dr_dudley]

hey

first i saw the subject and thought you meant listening to bob while *he's* on acid.

perhaps not likely (it's all unknown)

took me awhile to track it down (part of the arcane apocryphy of dylanalia):
}
A night or two later, after another concert, there was a party for Bob in San Francisco. Ken Kesey bounced through the door with a few of his Merry Pranksters. Ruddy with the vigor of good health, Los Gatos sunshine and acid, Kesey immediately hit Dylan with something like, "Hey, man, you should try playing while you're high on acid." Without a pause Dylan said, "I did and it threw off my timing."
{
from a RS article, 14mar74, by Michael McClure
http://www.rollingstone.com/music/news/bob-dylan-the-poets-poet-19740314

]btw, various peoples who write words about bob have said Blonde on Blonde was acid-tinged, -soaked, guru etc.[

then i realised you meant has any of us listened to bob while we ourself was "on acid".

i'm thinking that would have been early 70s and likely the recordings were John Wesley Harding (stark, sparse, open, with the "harmonica like headlights cutting through the woods") and us scouring the cover art for clues, visuals in the supposed Polaroid sepia tinted and the words of the back cover fable

}
Frank, who all this time had been reclining with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them both up as wide as a tiger. "And just how far would you like to go in?" he asked and the three kings all looked at each other. "Not too far but just far enough so's we can say that we've been there," said the first chief. "All right," said Frank, "I'll see what I can do," and he commenced to doing it...
{

and also our communal copy of the acetates of the Basement Tapes or whatever partic'lar Great White we had.

i recall specifically the opening to Quinn, where bob quite ominously and sonorously intones "Waiting on you".

I mean, it wasn't just *heavy* it was *deep*.

'course looking back it might not have been entirely the lysergicide, might've been in part the sonic quality of the vinyl, which could've been recorded at the bottom of a wishing well.

[this track resurfaced not long ago as Disc4 Track4 on whatever the big huge official bootleg series thingie]:
Quinn the Eskimo (Take 1)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=giaJTECZPkE

doesn't really do justice to my acid-soaked recollection

& a reminder to the faithful
John Wesley Harding (JWH as we refer to it)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=58oVCfA78gE

trip

certainly neither is in the court of the crimson king psych-wise, but go know.

thanks everybody,
rdd
___
TRUTHER ALERT:
this is the best i can do on such short notice, the Beatles hidden in the (prePhotoshop) front cover:

http://www.feelnumb.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/11/the_beatles_faces_bob_dylan_john_wesley_harding_tree.jpg

open it and then Ctrl/Cmd + several times to enlarge.

i "clearly see" from left to right: George, Ringo, a decidedly decomposed Paul because he was dead and i miss him i miss him miss him, and John.

we mighta listened to BoB too.

[Will Dockery]

They denied permission when I tried it:

403 Permission Denied

You do not have permission for this request /wp-content/uploads/2012/11/the_beatles_faces_bob_dylan_john_wesley_harding_tree.jpg

[M. Rick]

Acid sure ate a lot of brain cells. I never connected Dylan to LSD though some of his songs can be called hallucinogenic. The same can be said for the book of Revelations.

>He seems like way more of a whiskey and cocaine and upper kind of fellow.

Replace cocaine with cigarettes, please.

[Willie]

Will, instead of clicking the link, copy & paste it into the address bar. That worked for me. (I too got 403 when I clicked it.) I kinda see Lennon in the left red circle, but can make out nothing else. Actually, not sure that's John or Ringo on the right of the left circle. Now I see two more to the left of him. But I'd probably see that in any tree bark I looked at.

[Will Dockery]

"M. Rick" wrote in message
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And Bob Dylan is famously Anti-LSD:

http://www.interferenza.com/bcs/interw/66-jan.htm

DYLAN: I wouldn't advise anybody to use drugs - certainly not the hard
drugs; drugs are medicine. But opium and hash and pot - now, those things
aren't drugs; they just bend your mind a little. I think everybody's mind
should be bent once in a while. Not by LSD, though. LSD is medicine - a
different kind of medicine. It makes you aware of the universe, so to speak;
you realize how foolish objects are. But LSD is not for groovy people; it's
for mad, hateful people who want revenge. It's for people who usually have
heart attacks. They ought to use it at the Geneva Convention.

[Will Dockery]

"Willie" wrote in message
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That worked, thanks, Willie...

Okay, I can see someone on the end I recognize as "George" then Ringo in
profile? And John in some Yellow Submarine look?

Or something like that.

It really is there, sort of...

[Will Dockery]

"Willie" wrote in message
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Hello Willie... some explanation might help here... my "policy" over the
last 40 or so years has almost always been to tell my "story" through the
poetry (and song lyrics, which to me are the same thing) so what happened to
Kathy then, and twenty years later... and now (she passed away a decade ago,
in August 2004, so the story does not, at least on many levels, can not,
have a happy ending in the long run) is supposed to be revealed in there, in
the songs.

But this section, maybe 1980-83, roughly, has always had a bit of an epic
scope on its own (My daughter Sarah recently told me that her mother was
watching the movie Urban Cowboy a few years ago, and told her "This is the
story of me and your dad.", but that's another version of the trip, mostly).

Here is the scene where I'm standing on a bright cold Summer morning in
2004, waving good-bye to her:

Twilight Girl

"This is the wait, the weight of the world. It comes down sweet & heavy...
Twilight Girl."

> Six or six thousand,
> we will meet again.
> At blazing dusk,
> or quiet dawn.
> On that shore... again.

<etc>

> -Will Dockery (words)
> Henry Conley (music)

Check out "Twilight Girl" / Written by Will Dockery & Henry F. Conley
https://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery/song/17680972-twilight-girl-w-dockery--h-conley

And so it goes.

[Dylanetics]

I think I read that Huxley died at about 5 p.m. -- U.K. time, no doubt.

That would have been about 11 a.m. in Dallas (U.S. Central Time). The motorcade didn't leave Love Field till about noon, Oswald fired the fatal shot at 12:30 and Kennedy died about 1:00 p.m.

So Huxley got out of town before the creepy events went down.

Mrs. H., on the other hand, got the double whammy.

[Dylanetics]

For those of you keeping score at home, Huxley died at 5:20 p.m. So JFK was on Air Force One for the very short flight from Fort Worth to Dallas, where he landed at 11:38 a.m. Dallas time.

https://thedreamatists.wordpress.com/2007/08/06/aldous-huxley-takes-lsd-on-deathbed/

Soma might have been better than LSD. After all, one cubic centimeter cures ten gloomy sentiments!

[khematite]

Of course, it was still only 1963 when he said that (to Nat Hentoff, for the famous Playboy interview).

[Will Dockery]

The interview was 1966, or did Playboy wait three years to publish it?

I always thought it was taking place in 1966, Blonde on Blonde era, when I read it.

[Willie]

Will, I'm really sorry about Kathy, and about asking you to write about her. Twilight Girl is beautiful. On my machine it cuts off near the end (right after "Ghost horses from the car ahead/Looks like engine...."--I tried it several times, same thing).

[khematite]

Sorry. You're right, of course. I was thinking of Hentoff's interview with Dylan that produced the lesser-known 1964 New Yorker profile. But the quote does come from the 1966 Playboy interview.

http://www.willamette.edu/~rloftus/ChangingTimes/BobPDFs/HentoffCrackin.pdf

[Will Dockery]

"Willie" wrote in message
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Yes, Reverbnation cut the song early, something about the "file was too
large" at that time... they've since changed the system so I should do a
reload one of these days.

The entire song is on the video, though, available via this link:

Check out "Twilight Girl by Will Dockery & Henry Conley - the video
http://www.reverbnation.com/open_graph/video/11602577

[Willie]

On Tuesday, September 15, 2015 at 3:57:59 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
> Check out Twilight

I really like the chords leading into the "This is the weight" chorus. First a Dylan circa BOTT chord morphing into a Knopfler SoS chord. And the whole song, too.

[Will Dockery]

"Willie" wrote in message
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> On Tuesday, September 15, 2015 at 3:57:59 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
>

>> Check out Twilight Girl

>
> I really like the chords leading into the "This is the weight" chorus.
> First a Dylan circa BOTT chord morphing into a Knopfler SoS chord. And the
> whole
> song, too.

Thanks, Willie.

And while we're on the subject, another that I recall you named as a
favorite, "Shadowville Speedway", also tells a part of the same story, a
later chapter that jump-cuts into flashback, and sideways as well, maybe.

"I'm in love with a ghost..." and so on.

https://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery/song/8798172-shadowville-speedway--will-dockery

Shadowville Speedway

In a taxi watching a sporting house
Beside a Linwood vacant lot
Silverdollar moon portspotting
Constellation like a sailor's knot.

The sky was black, ink and glitter in the night
Train whine saxophone out beyond the light
I'm in love with a ghost blue turns to grey
Put a pyramid on my head to take my pain away.

Hazel knew the karma, she kept it in a bottle
Now I'm here on the receiving end
At least I still know how to take a joke
And laugh with none of my friends.

Shadowville, Shadowville Speedway
Riding slow down a one way street
Shadowville, Shadowville Speedway
Don't look back, don't admit defeat.

Brown Reculse magic drifting around the shed
Someone has it in for me I must not lose my head
Moving with the speedo life several with me left behind
Burned too many bridges defragmented my time.

Somewhere in time I've seen all this before
In a magazine or a dream of a distant war
Manifested destiny a manifesto and a part
All the actors still agree that ever had a heart.

The good book and the fortune telling lady
Black tooth mojo marked index cards
Bundles over the side of Dillingham Bridge
Splashing as ripples reflect from the stars.

Hazel knew the karma she kept it in a bottle
Now I'm here on the receiving end
At least I still know how to take a joke
And laugh with none of my friends.

Shadowville, Shadowville Speedway
Riding slow down a one way street
Shadowville, Shadowville Speedway
Don't look back, don't admit defeat.

-Will Dockery (words)/Henry Conley (music)

And so it goes.

[luisb...@aol.com]

On Tuesday, September 15, 2015 at 3:18:34 AM UTC-4, Dr_dudley wrote:

> hey
>
> first i saw the subject and thought you meant listening to bob while *he's* on acid.

Very easy to happen.

>
> perhaps not likely (it's all unknown)
>
> took me awhile to track it down (part of the arcane apocryphy of dylanalia):
> }
> A night or two later, after another concert, there was a party for Bob in San Francisco. Ken Kesey bounced through the door with a few of his Merry Pranksters. Ruddy with the vigor of good health, Los Gatos sunshine and acid, Kesey immediately hit Dylan with something like, "Hey, man, you should try playing while you're high on acid." Without a pause Dylan said, "I did and it threw off my timing."
> {
> from a RS article, 14mar74, by Michael McClure
> http://www.rollingstone.com/music/news/bob-dylan-the-poets-poet-19740314
>
> ]btw, various peoples who write words about bob have said Blonde on Blonde was acid-tinged, -soaked, guru etc.[

Okay, new to me. BTW, when I heard Tambourine Man, I thought the magic, swirling ship he wanted to take a trip on was a flying saucer or a Close Encounters-like ship.

>
> then i realised you meant has any of us listened to bob while we ourself was "on acid".

Yes, i wondered whether that would have a "the words fill my head and fall to the floor" effect or not.

>
> i'm thinking that would have been early 70s and likely the recordings were John Wesley Harding (stark, sparse, open, with the "harmonica like headlights cutting through the woods") and us scouring the cover art for clues, visuals in the supposed Polaroid sepia tinted and the words of the back cover fable
>
> }
> Frank, who all this time had been reclining with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them both up as wide as a tiger. "And just how far would you like to go in?" he asked and the three kings all looked at each other. "Not too far but just far enough so's we can say that we've been there," said the first chief. "All right," said Frank, "I'll see what I can do," and he commenced to doing it...
> {
>
> and also our communal copy of the acetates of the Basement Tapes or whatever partic'lar Great White we had.
>
> i recall specifically the opening to Quinn, where bob quite ominously and sonorously intones "Waiting on you".
>
> I mean, it wasn't just *heavy* it was *deep*.
>
> 'course looking back it might not have been entirely the lysergicide, might've been in part the sonic quality of the vinyl, which could've been recorded at the bottom of a wishing well.

Okay, just knowing that that small intro line became very "deep" paints a nice, understandable picture.

[DianeE]

"Will Dockery" <will_d...@outlook.com> wrote in message
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> "Willie" wrote in message
> news:c8a3257d-784d-4295...@googlegroups.com...

>>

>> Twilight Girl is beautiful. On my machine it cuts off near the end (right
>> after "Ghost horses from the car ahead/Looks like engine...."--I tried it
>> several times, same thing).
>
> Yes, Reverbnation cut the song early, something about the "file was too
> large" at that time... they've since changed the system so I should do a
> reload one of these days.
>

-------------
I wish you would, I had the same problem when you posted the link a while
back and it's very annoying (you may recall I like the song too).

DianeE

[Will Dockery]

"DianeE" wrote in message
news:eNadnam7i6Vna2XI...@giganews.com...

Thank you Diane, I remember that now.

I really do need to replace that track, and will a.s.a.p. with all these
many (two, but each listener is important to me) requests... but, meanwhile,
as I posted for Willie, the entire song is on the video, available via this

link:

Check out "Twilight Girl by Will Dockery & Henry Conley - the video
http://www.reverbnation.com/open_graph/video/11602577

This is actually the track with a slideshow of images, so is in fact the
same recording, full length.

Thanks again for listening, Diane, and glad you liked what you heard.

:D

[Will Dockery]

M, this comments that LSD "ate a lot of brain cells" was disturbing, and has stayed with me since first reading it... I'm not at all fond of losing brain cells and so suddenly regretful of the several LSD experiences I have always thought of as instructional, and as we called it back then, "mind expanding".

So I've started looking around for information on just what LSD really does, and Scientific American seems like a good place to start:

http://www.scientificamerican.com/article/do-psychedelics-expand-mind-reducing-brain-activity/

"...one speculation is that an increase in the spontaneous firing of certain types of brain cells leads to altered sensory and perceptual processing, uncontrolled memory retrieval, and the projection of mental "noise" into the mind's eye.

The English author Aldous Huxley believed that the brain acts as a "reducing valve" that constrains conscious awareness, with mescaline and other hallucinogens inducing psychedelic effects by inhibiting this filtering mechanism. Huxley based this explanation entirely on his personal experiences with mescaline, which was given to him by Humphrey Osmond, the psychiatrist who coined the term psychedelic. Even though Huxley proposed this idea in 1954, decades before the advent of modern brain science, it turns out that he may have been correct. Although the prevailing view has been that hallucinogens work by activating the brain, rather than by inhibiting it as Huxley proposed, the results of a recent imaging study are challenging these conventional explanations..."

[...]

"...study concluded that hallucinogens reduce activity in specific "hub" regions of the brain, potentially diminishing their ability to coordinate activity in downstream brain regions. In effect, psilocybin appears to inhibit brain regions that are responsible for constraining consciousness within the narrow boundaries of the normal waking state, an interpretation that is remarkably similar to what Huxley proposed over half a century ago..."

[...]

"...they run counter to the results of previous imaging studies with hallucinogens. Generally, these imaging studies in humans have confirmed what previous studies in animals had suggested: hallucinogens act by increasing the activity of certain types of cells in multiple brain regions, rather than by decreasing activity."

Okay, i didn't see anything about the brain cells actually /dying/ during all this... anyone out there able to cut to the chase and let me/us know if dosing acid is as bad as, say, drinking a Martini?

tia

[Willie]

On Thursday, September 17, 2015 at 4:07:21 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
<snip>

> Okay, i didn't see anything about the brain cells actually /dying/ during all this... anyone out there able to cut to the chase and let me/us know if dosing acid is as bad as, say, drinking a Martini?

Well, I've seen vacant-eyed dudes stumbling around Haight Street that I wondered about. But who knows what they'd experienced. When I was a kid (I'll bet others here have done this), several times I and my friends did this thing where we would breathe deeply several times, then someone would grab us from behind around the chest tightly and we'd pass out, and they'd let us down gently. When I awoke, staring up at them staring down at me, I felt I'd been on a long dream trip, with layers of visions. I'd ask, "How long was I out?" and they'd say, "About five seconds." I couldn't believe it; it seemed like hours of shit went down. And it was probably triggered by brain cells dying due to lack of oxygen. Makes me wonder what death might be like (yeah, I guess I'll find out).

[luisb...@aol.com]

Did you then try the same thing, only on LSD, while listening to Ballad of a Thin Man?

[nate]

On Thursday, September 17, 2015 at 5:05:37 PM UTC-4, Willie wrote:

> On Thursday, September 17, 2015 at 4:07:21 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
let me/us know if dosing acid is as bad as, say, drinking a Martini?
>

> I'd ask, "How long was I out?" and they'd say, "About five seconds." I couldn't believe it; it seemed like hours of shit went down. And it was probably triggered by brain cells dying due to lack of oxygen. Makes me wonder what death might be like (yeah, I guess I'll find out).

It's Zeno all over again. You are alive for a half of the previous moment, then half of that, then half of that and so on in. To you it is infinity! To us it's 2 minutes.

Plus you get a cramp everywhere, not just your left foot.

- nate

[luisb...@aol.com]

On Thursday, September 17, 2015 at 4:07:21 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:

It's hard to quantify this because nobody's counted up the number of brain cells you're born with and then subtracted a certain amount per LSD experience. Not that I'm aware of. I know of people who have enjoyed the drug maybe a little bit too much. One artist, who originally did very interesting landscapes and portraits, ended up doing very weird sculptures where you could see the uncontrolled memory recall in his work. For example, a guitar with the soundhole
as a very detailed vagina. Another one was a snowglobe that you shook to make it snow. Inside were two people going at it doggie-style so your shaking of the globe would make you a third party to the action inside. Pretty serious side effects.

[Just Kidding]

I've got nothing bad to say about good acid. Despite the myths to the
contrary, if you do a thorough search of reputable sites on the net,
virtually all of them confirm that LSD does not destroy brain
cells....and neither does the martini, so have one with your next
dose.

[Will Dockery]

Oh yeah, I'd seen LSD influenced artists going in those directions.

Myself, I always paid attention to what Dylan stated about the stuff in his 1966 Playboy interview, which I read many times before actually trying the "acid".

[Will Dockery]

And maybe just a little sniff of coke to even things out?

:D

[luisb...@aol.com]

On Thursday, September 17, 2015 at 6:51:53 PM UTC-4, Just Kidding wrote:

Here is your guide to brain cell killers:

http://mentalhealthdaily.com/2014/03/01/list-of-things-that-kill-brain-cells-the-death-of-neurons/

[Willie]

Oy! I know those foot cramps. Not fun.

[Will Dockery]

I had to stop reading that, it gave me a headache.

[Rachel]

Hey man, people can get by with half a brain, we shouldn't worry!

(Reminds me of that joke, why did the moron saw his toilet in half? For his half-assed family! LOL!) (i know, i told it before! saw-wee!!!!)

xoxoxoxoxxooxxoxoxo

[Will Dockery]

But half a penis is unacceptable...

:D

[Will Dockery]

Willie, by happenstance, I've come across (almost) scans of some of the poems from that 1977-81 era that tell the story, or some of it, although they officially remain unpublished (in print or internet) some bytes and title, and mainly, the /image/ remain.

Here is "Goo'by t y / a poem by Will Dockery"

https://www.pinterest.com/pin/357684395383970258/

Blow it up like art and read it William Burroughs style, I reckon, with Kathy as my own Galatea, my Anna Karina vis a vis Godard... no, just me and mine.

:D

[Willie]

On Tuesday, September 22, 2015 at 10:13:24 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
<snip>

> Blow it up like art and read it William Burroughs style, I reckon, with Kathy as my own Galatea, my Anna Karina vis a vis Godard... no, just me and mine.

This is primarily a story in pictures, right? Or am I missing the written poems (besides those that appear in two of the pictures)? Anyway, it's a wonderful story in pictures. Is the boy with the rifle you? Do you have copies of Red Zeros? There must be stories to tell about W.C. Whitley.

[Will Dockery]

I do intend to get all of that typed out someday relatively soon, life permitting... thanks for the questions, Willie, I'll answer them one at a time, or in some fashion, if interest remains...

Since I've posted the teaser, maybe I need to get right on typing "Goo'by t y" and "Baby Lost & Found" right away (again, coffee is my friend)... hopefully the 30+ years won't require a lot of rewriting... I'll go and have a look now and see.

Baby Lost & Found / a poem by Will Dockery
https://www.pinterest.com/pin/357684395383970148/

Much as I might dislike being seen as imitating something, and I know that I'm far from the only one, maybe a "majority" of artists, poets, whatever, have the same motive, or scope, from Shakespeare, maybe earlier... but Jack Kerouac (who Dylan stated was like his "Bible" before Guthrie, and after Williams) really nailed it well.

"My work comprises one vast book like Proust's except that my remembrances are written on the run instead of afterwards in a sick bed. Because of the objections of my early publishers I was not allowed to use the same personae names in each work. On the Road, The Subterraneans, The Dharma Bums, Doctor Sax, Maggie Cassidy, Tristessa, Desolation Angels, Visions of Cody and the others including this book Big Sur are just chapters in the whole work which I call The Duluoz Legend. In my old age I intend to collect all my work and re-insert my pantheon of uniform names, leave the long shelf full of books there, and die happy. The whole thing forms one enormous comedy, seen through the eyes of poor Ti Jean (me), otherwise known as Jack Duluoz, the world of raging action and folly and also gentle sweetness seen through the keyhole of his eye..." -Jack Kerouac

Old Jack came close, closer than many...

All the pictures, poems, songs, invisible prose, videos, is intended to form a vast, (I know it's pretentious), but "epic", the Shadowville Mythos.

========

Here's Dave Moore's excellent overview, character key, et cetera for Kerouac's Dulouz Legend, as a sidebar, and just because it's pretty grand:

http://www.beatbookcovers.com/kercomp/intro.html

A guide to the Duluoz Legend and other related works - by Dave Moore

In his preface to Big Sur, Jack Kerouac stated that his work comprised "one vast book like Proust's," and that his novels On the Road, The Subterraneans, The Dharma Bums, Doctor Sax, Maggie Cassidy, Tristessa, Desolation Angels, and Big Sur, were merely chapters in the whole work which he called The Duluoz Legend.

He went on to say that because of publishers' objections he was not allowed to use the same personae names in each book, but that he one day intended to go through his work and re-insert uniform character names, "and die happy."

Kerouac was never able to perform this renaming exercise, and as a result, the multiplicity of character names in his novels is a source of confusion for many readers.

This present work aims at easing that problem by showing the links between the characters in all of his writings, as well as attempting to identify the real persons on whom the characterisations were based.

Since the characters in the Duluoz Legend covered a wide coterie of friends and acquaintances, some of whom were also writers who drew characters from the same pool, the relevant works of these writers have also been included in this study.

And... so it went.

[Will Dockery]

On Tuesday, September 22, 2015 at 10:30:14 AM UTC-4, Willie wrote:

I didn't forget these questions... I hope you have not, either, Willie.

W.C. Whitley is definitely an epic figure on his own, without my help... born in 1899 in Post-Reconstruction Alabama, way out in the country, down in weird old America.

His favorite Bob Dylan song was "Lay Lady Lay" probably in large part because of the specific endorsement from Johnny Cash, he and my grandmother watched that television episode, and I'm pretty sure watched all the Cash series, or a lot of it.

W. C. Whitley was also around the first time I heard the entire Highway 61 Revisited album, as I've posted here before...

https://www.pinterest.com/pin/357684395384032480/

"...I actually didn't buy and hear the complete HWY 61 Revisited until summer 1974 so I reckon this is the 41st anniversary of that one for me.

Since your question about the man I was named after, William C Whitley, was a big part of the day I bought that album, I thought of it.

It was blazing hot, as every August in Georgia is, my father, Kelly H. Dockery and my mother's father, W.C. Whitley, were out prowling around with me tagging along, while my grandmother and mother were on an epic Saturday shopping spree... we were riding around the Southside (my grandfather being from out of town, La Grange, would like to cruise the city to see what things looked like, maybe once a month, likewise my grandmother liked shopping in the only real Mall in the area at that time, Columbus Square) and were passing near the Flip Side Records shop (more on that place another day, wonderful mom and pop record shop ran by a couple who really cared about all the music) so I asked my dad to idle for a moment so I could spend my lawn mowing cash on a record album... today was the day to score Highway 61 Revisited, I could feel it in my bones.

My dad and grandfather knew of Dylan via Johnny Cash Show and "Lay Lady Lay" so the name rang a bell with them, and with the Cash endorsement, they seemed quietly interested.

Got back to the house, grand dad and father firing up their pipes of Sir Walter Raleigh (what a stupid get) as I put on Tombstone Blues... to hear for the first time ever (skipped the first track as LARS I knew very, very well by then) and was amazed at the story Dylan was spinning, with a kick ass rock band.

I think my grandfather and dad may have been offended at the lyrics, about how "mama ain't got no shoes" and "daddy's in the alley, looking for food..." taking these juvenile delinquent lyrics literally... they made 1965 Bob Dylan seem like the Sex Pistols or something.

My grand daddy said he'd rather be "knocked in the head" than have to listen to that racket.

:D

That's my story... anyone else want to tell theirs?"

More on W.C. Whitley in a while, I've been collecting scans of him and his world in Tatumville GA (Just outside La Grange) so in large part I will let the pictures, again, tell some of the story.

I want to try and get to some on "Red Zeros" now, while I still have some time today.

And so it goes.

[Will Dockery]

I'm sure I have a copy or two of "Red Zeros" somewhere, Willie... I think the one I took the photo of here is the one my mother has.

https://www.pinterest.com/pin/357684395383891900/

In one good "Red Zeros" story, I found out personally that "reading material" was officially not allowed in the Cartersville Spinning Mill aka Jordan Mill (or probably any local mills). I had published a chapbook of poems in 1983 & was giving copies to all my friends, which was pretty much everyone, and a few days or weeks later I was called into Pat, the personell director's office, she had one of my poetry booklets, and told me I could be written up if I handed out any more copies, no reading material, not even newspapers, were allowed within the mill gates. I told her that I couldn't be held responsible for what people bring into the mill that I gave them OUTSIDE the gates, that was a violation of my freedom of speech and I hinted that I would take it as high and as public as she wanted to. I was bluffing because I really needed the job, but... she agreed. I offered to autograph the copy of Red Zeros she had confiscated from the poor oppressed mill worker, which did make her smile. Ah, youth.

:D

[Willie]

On Saturday, September 26, 2015 at 3:54:11 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
<snip>

> My grand daddy said he'd rather be "knocked in the head" than have to listen to that racket.
>
> :D
>
> That's my story... anyone else want to tell theirs?"

<snip>

Do you mean about first hearing Highway 61 Revisited or about parental reactions to Dylan. My dad, an opera nut, asked me why I listened to Dylan, didn't I see how transparent it was. I puzzled over "transparent." But when Dylan made his comeback tour in 1974, starting at the Chicago Stadium, pop stood in line for hours in the cold, knowing my brother and I would be back in town for Christmas.

Hey, Will, when you say "riding around the Southside" I assume you mean of Atlanta. Have you read Flannery O'Connor's The Artificial Nigger? One of my favorite stories ever.

Thanks for the W.C. Whitley info. He seems like an O'Connor character.

[Will Dockery]

More context, on Mill Rat life circa 20th Century...

Marie Culpepper Bruner wrote:

Looks like the windows are boarded up in the first photo. Thought they were kept open because the mills were not air conditioned back then. I remember riding past mills and seeing workers hanging out the windows and cotton lint drifting down to the steeet on those hot summer days.

Will Dockery wrote:
Marie Culpepper Bruner the mill I worked in, Cartersville Spinning Mill aka Jordan Mill, was NEVER air conditioned. They boarded the windows up to keep the workers from looking out the windows. All we had were big fans blowing summer & winter. I worked at that mill from 1983 until they closed down in 1991... it truly was a "Sweatshop", but we loved our little soap opera world.

And so it went.

[nate]

https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/d7/8d/c9/d78dc9ccd9eb4947d885870497f5332c.jpg

yow!

- nate

[Will Dockery]

Good Lord...

:D

[Will Dockery]

I'm curious about the "transparent" concept as well... what did you ever decide about what he meant by that?

[Willie]

On Monday, September 28, 2015 at 10:11:47 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
> I'm curious about the "transparent" concept as well... what did you ever decide about what he meant by that?

I think pop thought Dylan wasn't as committed to his causes (both political and musical) as I thought he was. That he was a phony. Pop played me Marian Anderson and Paul Robeson as examples of what he considered folk music. But he came around some after he heard Mr. Tambourine Man.

[Just Walkin']

Sounds like a wise man, Pop.

[Will Dockery]

luisb...@aol.com wrote:
> This is something I've never tried. I wonder if others have and what the
> effect is. Dylan overlapped with the psychedelic period in rock music, and
> one of its avatars had what probably remains THE most successful Dylan
> cover. Yet for all of Dylan's "visionary" lyrical work during that period,
> he's not considered psychedelic and neither does his work seem acid-soaked
> at all. He seems like way more of a whiskey and cocaine and upper kind of
> fellow. Yet I imagine that if I was tripping my brains out listening to
> Stuck Inside of Mobile (with the Memphis Blues Again) I might very easily
> connect verses that on the surface aren't connected. Shakespeare and Mona
> and French girl might appear as some kind of trinity dispensing the two
> cures in a highly ritualistic, robed way. (Pilgrim would understand.) Or I
> might see a glass face to be the effect of being a sad-eyed lady, and
> start thinking he means that sadness makes a person transparent. Is that
> the sort of thing that happens? --Cheers, A Huxley fan in Brownsville

I did but the most memorable LSD trip with Bob Dylan would have to be called
a bad trip... in late fall of 1981 I did two hits of blotter and suddenly my
life, mostly by coincidence, hit a major crisis (one I have yet to fully
recover from, or even really write about in detail) unexpectedly and /right
then/... there was quite a bit of terror and desperation in the trip, which
I enjoyed completely on my own.

The details will wait for another year or two, maybe longer, but the Dylan
portion is that as I ran around late night East Atlanta frantically
searching for Kathy, who had simply vanished from the less than a block walk
from her job at Old Hickory House BBQ on Piedmont Road (building is still
there, now a steak house, next door to what is now Smith's Olde Bar, then is
was Gene & Gabe's Caberet) to 590 Sherwood Road, where I was waiting,
expecting to trip with her as soon as she got off... but she never arrived.

There was more, with theories that everyone from the local Masonic covens to
Ravenwood Church's worshipers, to a Charismatic Californis Religion group,
to a white slavery ring out of Texas, CIA types, Sam Massel's real esatate
sharks, the "gay mafia", and other assorted Atlanta counter cultures... I
was most closely aligned with the roofing, construction (Archons) and punk
rockers and all these factions and more had certain sways with the eclectic
variety of frends we were making, both of us being out-of-towners from down
in the country.

The (to me) (and relatively) huge population of Atlanta, and my personality
type (young poet looking for an audience and thrills) led to a big and
eclectic friend base, most of whom are just fading memories in these modern
times.

But on the the Bob Dylan content...

Various songs from "Saved" rolled through my mind endlessly that night as
the acid trip took on a cosmic, C.S. Lewis scope... the stone hill driveway
at 590 Sherwood became a demonic face laughing at me, the long several
blocks of Monroe Drive to where I thought (and think) Kathy must have been,
friends including her fellow waitress Melody Hernandez, the red headed chick
Lorraine, Jo Cairo (Gina) upstairs... another story for another time but
none of them were willing or able to give me any information on the vanished
Kathy. The horrendous and spooky walk back and forth, trying to get on a
Marta Bus but having no "correct change", only a $20 bill... and not being
allowed on the bus because of that...

Me with Kathy (& our son Clay) in Atlanta 1981, a few months before The Trip
described above:
https://www.pinterest.com/pin/357684395383123333/

And people wonder why I don't care much for the Saved album.

It is Bob Dylan's scariest record, that thin wild gospel sound.

[Will Dockery]

"Willie" wrote in message
news:5c1193c2-7b09-4f2c...@googlegroups.com...

(corrected link)
https://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery/song/24647258-twilight-girl--will-dockery-henry

Thanks to Diane E. for keeping after me until I finally got this track
complete.

:D

[Will Dockery]

Willie wrote:
> On Tuesday, September 15, 2015 at 3:57:59 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
> > Check out Twilight
>
> I really like the chords leading into the "This is the weight" chorus. First a Dylan circa BOTT chord morphing into a Knopfler SoS chord. And the whole song, too.

Just saw this, or rather just now seeing and remembering it, high praise indeed, and interesting perspective, as well... thanks, Willie.

Good morning, Willie (a repost but the emotion & sediment is still the same, or close)... here we are, at the start of another one, a little worse for wear but bring it on, I say...

I hope that you will feel free to download my song collection, and also feel free to use them as a stocking stuffer this Christmas, a more unique gift will be slightly hard to find, literally.

https://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery/song/24647258-twilight-girl--will-dockery-henry?0

The idea would be to burn your discs and in the case of an artist such as yourself (and many others reading this), design a spiff album cover to go with it.

Don't forget to post a copy of the artwork... I'd consider that a splendid gift for me, actually.

And... so it still is going, after all.

:D

[robertzi...@gmail.com]

On Sunday, September 13, 2015 at 2:13:46 AM UTC-4, luisb...@aol.com wrote:
> This is something I've never tried. I wonder if others have and what the effect is. Dylan overlapped with the psychedelic period in rock music, and one of its avatars had what probably remains THE most successful Dylan cover. Yet for all of Dylan's "visionary" lyrical work during that period, he's not considered psychedelic and neither does his work seem acid-soaked at all. He seems like way more of a whiskey and cocaine and upper kind of fellow. Yet I imagine that if I was tripping my brains out listening to Stuck Inside of Mobile (with the Memphis Blues Again) I might very easily connect verses that on the surface aren't connected. Shakespeare and Mona and French girl might appear as some kind of trinity dispensing the two cures in a highly ritualistic, robed way. (Pilgrim would understand.) Or I might see a glass face to be the effect of being a sad-eyed lady, and start thinking he means that sadness makes a person transparent. Is that the sort of thing that happens? --Cheers, A Huxley fan in Brownsville

First of all, Aldous Huxley was a homosexual satanist and an acolyte of Aleister Crowley. He was just like his father and grandfather who strove so valiantly to destroy and discredit christianity, but failed in the end, and are left with nothing but bad Grateful Dead records from the 80s to show for their efforts. It's great that the "60s counterculture" has been widely exposed as an operation of Talmudic satanism, and these scum should be forced to listen to Bobby and the Midnites records while being machine-raped at Bohemian Grove.

But be that as it may, I have listened to Bob Dylan's "Slow Train Comin" album while high on LSD, and it turned me into a Conservative who wants to ban the Talmud and exterminate all of its followers from the planet.

[luisb...@aol.com]

Thanks,

Diogenes

[Will Dockery]

On Wednesday, December 23, 2015 at 10:48:46 AM UTC-5, luisb...@aol.com wrote:
> On Wednesday, December 23, 2015 at 9:14:36 AM UTC-5, robertzi...@gmail.com wrote:
> > On Sunday, September 13, 2015 at 2:13:46 AM UTC-4, luisb...@aol.com wrote:
>
> >> This is something I've never tried. I wonder if others have and what the effect is. Dylan overlapped with the psychedelic period in rock music, and one of its avatars had what probably remains THE most successful Dylan cover. Yet for all of Dylan's "visionary" lyrical work during that period, he's not considered psychedelic and neither does his work seem acid-soaked at all. He seems like way more of a whiskey and cocaine and upper kind of fellow. Yet I imagine that if I was tripping my brains out listening to Stuck Inside of Mobile (with the Memphis Blues Again) I might very easily connect verses that on the surface aren't connected. Shakespeare and Mona and French girl might appear as some kind of trinity dispensing the two cures in a highly ritualistic, robed way. (Pilgrim would understand.) Or I might see a glass face to be the effect of being a sad-eyed lady, and start thinking he means that sadness makes a person transparent. Is that the sort of thing that happens? --Cheers, A Huxley fan in Brownsville

<hate speech troll spew snipped>

> Thanks,
>
> Diogenes

Don't feed the Nazi.

:D

[Will Dockery]

On Sunday, September 13, 2015 at 10:55:45 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
> On Sunday, September 13, 2015 at 2:13:46 AM UTC-4, luisb...@aol.com wrote:
>
> > This is something I've never tried. I wonder if others have and what the effect is. Dylan overlapped with the psychedelic period in rock music, and one of its avatars had what probably remains THE most successful Dylan cover. Yet for all of Dylan's "visionary" lyrical work during that period, he's not considered psychedelic and neither does his work seem acid-soaked at all. He seems like way more of a whiskey and cocaine and upper kind of fellow. Yet I imagine that if I was tripping my brains out listening to Stuck Inside of Mobile (with the Memphis Blues Again) I might very easily connect verses that on the surface aren't connected. Shakespeare and Mona and French girl might appear as some kind of trinity dispensing the two cures in a highly ritualistic, robed way. (Pilgrim would understand.) Or I might see a glass face to be the effect of being a sad-eyed lady, and start thinking he means that sadness makes a person transparent. Is that the sort of thing that happens? --Cheers, A Huxley fan in Brownsville

And here is how that piece I developed into a bit of the poetic retelling of my life story first came to life, over in rec.music.dylan.

From:
https://groups.google.com/d/msg/rec.music.dylan/7rLq6LFsDhs/TW3SgUK8AgAJ

> I did but the most memorable LSD trip with Bob Dylan would have to be called a bad trip... in late fall of 1981 I did two hits of blotter and suddenly my life, mostly by coincidence, hit a major crisis (one I have yet to fully recover from, or even really write about in detail) unexpectedly and /right then/... there was quite a bit of terror and desperation in the trip, which I enjoyed completely on my own.
>
> The details will wait for another year or two, maybe longer, but the Dylan portion is that as I ran around late night East Atlanta frantically searching for Kathy, who had simply vanished from the less than a block walk from her job at Old Hickory House BBQ on Piedmont Road (building is still there, now a steak house, next door to what is now Smith's Olde Bar, then is was Gene & Gabe's Caberet) to 590 Sherwood Road, where I was waiting, expecting to trip with her as soon as she got off... but she never arrived.
>
> There was more, with theories that everyone from the local Masonic covens to Ravenwood Church's worshipers, to a Charismatic Californis Religion group, to a white slavery ring out of Texas, CIA types, Sam Massel's real esatate sharks, the "gay mafia", and other assorted Atlanta counter cultures... I was most closely aligned with the roofing, construction (Archons) and punk rockers and all these factions and more had certain sways with the eclectic variety of frends we were making, both of us being out-of-towners from down in the country.
>
> The (to me) (and relatively) huge population of Atlanta, and my personality type (young poet looking for an audience and thrills) led to a big and eclectic friend base, most of whom are just fading memories in these modern times.
>
> But on the the Bob Dylan content...
>

> Various songs from "Saved" rolled through my mind endlessly that night as the acid trip took on a cosmic, C.S. Lewis scope... the stone hill driveway at 590 Sherwood became a demonic face laughing at me, the long several blocks of Monroe Drive to where I thought (and think) Kathy must have been, friends including her fellow waitress Melody Henrnandez, the red headed chick Lorraine, Jo Cairo (Gina) upstairs... another story for another time but none of them were willing or able to give me any information on the vanished Kathy. The horrendous and spooky walk back and forth, trying to get on a Marta Bus but having no "correct change", only a $20 bill... and not being allowed on the bus because of that...

>
> Me with Kathy (& our son Clay) in Atlanta 1981, a few months before The Trip described above:
> https://www.pinterest.com/pin/357684395383123333/
>
> And people wonder why I don't care much for the Saved album.
>

> It is Bob Dylan's scariest record.

From:
https://groups.google.com/d/msg/rec.music.dylan/7rLq6LFsDhs/TW3SgUK8AgAJ

I will not, nor see any reason, to "apologize" for this writing, this telling of /my/ story, in poetic form...

It just will not be happening.

:)

[Will Dockery]

"Willie" wrote in message
news:5c1193c2-7b09-4f2c...@googlegroups.com...

On Monday, September 14, 2015 at 7:47:15 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
[snip]
> Yes (spoiler alert) she did return to me, after some thrills and chills
> and with a cliffhanger ending (including a surprise cameo rescue by her
> fabulous, brave, raven haired and heroic sister Victoria, yeah, that Kinks
> riff cues in right now)... I just awoke here, so let me rev back up on a
> few coffees and maybe I can type out another chapter.
[snip]

Um, Will, I hope your coffee didn't also vanish. You can't leave us hanging
on this, though it's a relief you issued the spoiler. But don't feel shy
about that next chapter.

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Quite a bit more detail has been, and is being, added to this story since
earlier, Willie, I'll update from here.

Hope you are still around..?

[Will Dockery]

On Monday, September 14, 2015 at 3:15:25 PM UTC-4, Willie wrote:
> On Monday, September 14, 2015 at 7:47:15 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
> [snip]
> > Yes (spoiler alert) she did return to me, after some thrills and chills
> > and with a cliffhanger ending (including a surprise cameo rescue by her
> > fabulous, brave, raven haired and heroic sister Victoria, yeah, that
> > Kinks riff cues in right now)... I just awoke here, so let me rev back
> > up on a few coffees and maybe I can type out another chapter.
> [snip]
>
> Um, Will, I hope your coffee didn't also vanish. You can't leave us
> hanging on this, though it's a relief you issued the spoiler. But don't
> feel shy about that next chapter.

Thanks for noticing, Willie, I'm definitely getting back to that story in a
bit here...

I think it is a good one, but is also pretty painful to remember, even 34
years later.

Sometimes poetry means putting on the brave face...

Some things I never get used to, I just learn to turn 'em off.

[Will Dockery]

"Willie" wrote in message
news:5c1193c2-7b09-4f2c...@googlegroups.com...

On Monday, September 14, 2015 at 7:47:15 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
[snip]
> Yes (spoiler alert) she did return to me, after some thrills and chills
> and with a cliffhanger ending (including a surprise cameo rescue by her
> fabulous, brave, raven haired and heroic sister Victoria, yeah, that Kinks
> riff cues in right now)... I just awoke here, so let me rev back up on a
> few coffees and maybe I can type out another chapter.
[snip]

Um, Will, I hope your coffee didn't also vanish. You can't leave us hanging
on this, though it's a relief you issued the spoiler. But don't feel shy
about that next chapter.

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Keeping the story mpostly in peotry form, again, Jack Kerouac style, these
days, Willie.

--
Songs and Poems from Will Dockery:
https://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery


***

[Will Dockery]

Willie wrote:
> Will Dockery wrote:
>
>[snip]
>
> > Yes (spoiler alert) she did return to me, after some thrills and chills
> > and with a cliffhanger ending (including a surprise cameo rescue by her
> > fabulous, brave, raven haired and heroic sister Victoria, yeah, that
> > Kinks riff cues in right now)... I just awoke here, so let me rev back
> > up on a few coffees and maybe I can type out another chapter.
> [snip]
>
> Um, Will, I hope your coffee didn't also vanish. You can't leave us
> hanging on this, though it's a relief you issued the spoiler. But don't
> feel shy about that next chapter.

Thanks for noticing, Willie, I'm definitely getting back to that story in a
bit here...

I think it is a good one, but is also pretty painful to remember, even 34
years later.

Sometimes poetry means putting on the brave face...

Some things I never get used to, I just learn to turn 'em off.

[Will Dockery]

I take it... not?

[Will Dockery]

> > Yes (spoiler alert) she did return to me, after some thrills and chills
> > and with a cliffhanger ending (including a surprise cameo rescue by her
> > fabulous, brave, raven haired and heroic sister Victoria, yeah, that
> > Kinks riff cues in right now)... I just awoke here, so let me rev back
> > up on a few coffees and maybe I can type out another chapter.

From my Drafts files... may connect to a thread, or not...

[Will Dockery]

Willie wrote:
> Will Dockery wrote:

[snip]

> > Yes (spoiler alert) she did return to me, after some thrills and chills
> > and with a cliffhanger ending (including a surprise cameo rescue by her
> > fabulous, brave, raven haired and heroic sister Victoria, yeah, that
> > Kinks riff cues in right now)... I just awoke here, so let me rev back
> > up on a few coffees and maybe I can type out another chapter.
> [snip]
>
> Um, Will, I hope your coffee didn't also vanish. You can't leave us
> hanging on this, though it's a relief you issued the spoiler. But don't
> feel shy about that next chapter.

Thanks for noticing, Willie, I'm definitely getting back to that story in a
bit here...

I think it is a good one, but is also pretty painful to remember, even 34
years later.

Sometimes poetry means putting on the brave face...

Some things I never get used to, I just learn to turn 'em off.

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Found in Drafts file, thanks again, Willie...