Jon Tillis

Jon Tillis is in jail for trying to break into John Hroza's house last night.  He's manic and out of control.  Sad because he was supposed to be in our new band.

DJ Screw - Conscious Daughters - Funky Expedition

larena

Shawanda just left with the pizza.

deep woods band

https://www.reverbnation.com/thedeepwoodsband/song/27342689-13-baby-we-got-nothin

strolls

I strode over to Dixon Creek today twice, and then drove over to southcorvallistown to wander a bit in Willamette Park, and got a nice view of the river.  Now if I could just quit smoking.

late-night thrills

I need a xanax

nothing

Nothing

Jerry Garcia=love

• erry Garcia=love @mountain girl @nashville, oregon. Deb Trist Token Jackson... ~ summit, oregon.... The grateful dead never toured Japan. Albert Collins played at the Budokan. Highly recommended. also check out Allman Brothers Florida Bandshell 85 or so. John Mayer is a lousy guitarist. If the most intelligent he can say is he used to sleep with african american chicks, then he's got some serious real time problems. There's another guitarist who played in the Rock Collection with Melvin Seals and another drummer and another guitarist that played at Cozmic a few years ago and he was great. He started with a song by the Band, and his voice was soulful and he had about a million pickups on his guitar. It was nice to see Melvin Seals too, hadn't laid eyes on him since my 3 JGB Warfield SF '88 shows. Thank you Solomon Samuels for getting the tickets and setting that up and obtaining the MDMA. Sol Samuels is not on fzbook but there never was a greater fan of Jerry Garcia than he, and he sold me a lot of good marijuana at Barrington Student Cooperative (check wikipedia) in Berkeley in '88. When I was studying East Asian Languages at UC Berkeley, living in Barrington, doing workshifts, playing my guitar and getting stoned as hell, trying to memorize Kanji the next morning as I stroll to class burnt out from all the weed smoking the previous night. Tying my yellow fever with the grateful dead experience was always problematic. My girlfriend at the time Patty Eng, didn't like the lines "she's brown as the bank where she kneels down to gather her water." from Wake of the Flood, weather report suite. I guess it doesn't matter what color or shape you are when you're kneeling down to gather water, because if you do that, you are at least getting water, which is what's needed to defeat this covid19 scourge. I can't even visit my friend in Portland because his mini three person family is isolating like good citizens.

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  Christopher David Farrell What happened to Cherry Garcia flavor at the local 7/11?

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  Christopher David Farrell So anyway, some dude was very friendly with me at Cozmic when I told him how long it had been since I saw Melvin Seals. Melvin makes me break down crying, really. But I didn't think much of the other guitarist. Pretty lame actually. So I knew Blue Lotus was playing at Luckey's around the coroner, so I walked over there and Felix Blades was totally shredding! It was awesome. Then the bass player thought I wanted the wrong bathroom or something. That was unpleasant. The woman in the band is great too. They kept losing keyboard players. Now Felix is going to Lane, which is maybe the best place for such a talented dead diaspora guitarist of that age. Things can get pretty exciting when you're 19 and can shred on the guitar. RIP Tif. This is all guaranteed true. I watch the documentary of the dead and other bands travelling across canada obsessively. Everybody was skinny then! I need to drop twenty pounds, and I can only do 25 situps. My second chakra hasn't been getting a workout, is the simple truth of it.

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  Christopher David Farrell I'd reread all these words but I have to go outside and smoke.

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  Christopher David Farrell Jerry in Jail is my favorite recording. Oregon State Prison, 1984. Jerry Garcia and John Kahn. RIP John Kahn.

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  Christopher David Farrell they do Ruben and Cherise

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Now i know the phone can seem a bit heavy at times but I advice ebery barringtonian to try to pick up the phone and call their fellow barringtonians. Preferably on a landline. Talking audibly to your fellows or sisters is good because tone of voice can be determined. We may find out we all speak English. And yes spellinf matters. Spliffs matter. Then next is the meatspace reunion. As opposed to cavorting in cyberspace. These newfangled computers are of no use. I need physical people around but im agoraphobic and afraid of hwifhts. This took me a while to type out on my cellslab so i hope y'all appreciate my English skills and the straight path. 🇷🇺 🇵🇱 🇯🇵 check inclementreality.blogspot.com for more of my bukowskiesque ravings. My problem is I don't know my audience for the blog. I have paper zines also for sale. DM me for the address. Five dollars each. im looking to cash in on years of art ~ My bank account is overdrawn and im in debt. True dat. And I'm not an actor and try not to lie. I'm 50. 37 years of Shotokan. I'm totally not the type to do karate full time. I'm a lover not a fighter. So send me $$$. *loathesome snicker* barringtonians rock. Berkeley is fun. More good music.

Reggaemylitis

Peter Tosh - Can't Blame The Youth (1969-1972) [Full album]

Frank Brennan, the Irish terror of Shotokan. RIp Enoeda sensei

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fun

 think this is a faster connection for my email because it's connected to Comcast, my internet provider.  Anyway it's better for typing because there is less delay. 

  That's some pretty stunning information you just provided there.

  

  So I bought a couple of t-shirts from her foundation because I like her and she was a friend of mine on Fzbook for quite a while until she defriended me.  I can be strange.  Lots of people on zuckbook that have blocked me but still think I'm cool, or more to the point, some people aren't even on facebook that you wish were on facebook.

pressure drop

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I am composing this on my blog, trying to use proper verbiage, as if self consciously transcribing a letter that is going to be read.

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maintenance

I decided to try to do an hour of work around the house a day, cleaning, maintenance, or gardening, so I have been doing that since I got back and my roommate is happy about that.  The house looks a lot better and I am ready to destroy the blackberries in the back and then rake the leaves off the lawn and try to get the lawn back into a decent mowed looking state.  Then Bruce, the roommate, said he can help build some new raised beds, because the three that are out there now are in need of replacement.
Then I can get some planting going maybe, and replace the strawberries in the raised beds in front, and do a bunch of other shit.  I cleaned up the garage for the first time in about year, so now I'm not surrounded by marijuana detritus.
Furthermore, John and Jon and I are going to start getting together weekly to jam.  The name of our band is Mystic Zombie Prison of the Mind.  Jon Tillis is an odd character, 57, who plays guitar and has a house full of amplifiers.  He lives toward the coast in what formerly was the country but recently was built up, so he's surrounded by apartment buildings.  His girlfriend Jodi and John and Jon have been jamming for a few years now, but I'm not sure what's going on with her.  Jon just got out of jail again.  He tends to get erratic when he gets manic, I hear. 
Anyway, I have been driving down to see a dead jam on Thursday nights in Eugene.  I recognize a lot of faces and people say hi to me, and they all seem to get along great.  Some of it seems to be somewhat silly, as in people put a Grateful Dead skull on the back of their jacket so they can be part of a group or something.  But the redeeming factor is that it is populated by some good musicians...and so it doesn't seem to get old.  They play Viola Lee Blues a lot, Loser, Morning Dew, Gomorrah, Bird Song, Cats Under the Stars, Althea, After Midnight, Midnight Moonlight.  Furthermore I got invited to a party.  But I couldn't understand much of what the person was saying, so I might miss it.
  With sincerest regards,
 

tour heads dead caravan

Another familiar jam out down in Eugene with familiar faces.

the song that he played was the carnival parade

what in the world comes of the moments and seconds that progress while the fingers type out word?  Hard to figure out much of anything these days.  There was a large amount of reading involved in the trip back from Florida.

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I leave for florida soon. The people drone on on the radio. All is weariness 

pro forma

Having to type in my writing through a cell phone merely makes things harder, but at least I always have a phone with me these days.  And nothing to type in. Just the silence and the long days going by with nothing to show for them. I live in silence, and there is not that much that can be done about that. 

  Something on the radio about people suing people.

Dweeb

Trading insults over text message is a total waste of my time.  Most of my time seems spent on the couch, surfing the internet, looking for some data to fill in the immense loneliness that is my existence.  I spend most of my time contemplating the silence, vaping nicotine endlessly, drinking coffee, feeding the cat treats, and otherwise keeping happy the cat.
  It's a drag that I have such morons for friends, and the whole of humanity seems to have taken a different direction than I have.  I don't understand where I'm supposed to be or what kind of thing I am supposed to do, and instead just end up watching a whole lot of television.

Sorrowful attitude.

J: I was listening to a radio show about the underlying awareness of it all, and techniques for lucid dreaming, an eventual astral travel.
C: Shove it up your ass
J:The fuck is your problem?
  You can't move on?
  Be suck a prick about reality.
  Your getting nowhere, but into the same old rut you created in the first place.  I don't require negativity like yours to get by on a daily basis.
  Snap out of it!
  Just because I call3d you out for what I considered to be behaving as a gaslighter doesn't meant I think you are that way at all times.
  You're the one whom said you don't need friends like me for a hole in the head.
C:I need friends that don't irrationally accuse me of being threatening.  You didn't make the cut.
J:You need people to scrutinize your behavior when it's over the edge, and out of line.  Otherwise you'd just be a tyrant.  It's you who hasn't made the cut.
C:Shove it up your ass.
   Psycho
J:You've even given up on karate
  I don't like your attitude these days.
  Fact is I rarely likedit beforewhen you were acting some what sane.
C:Shove your sanity up your ass
J:Yeah, right, I'm the psycho here.
C:Yeah you've clearly showed that to be true.
J:You are acting irrational. Unreadonable. You sh9uld be ashamed.  You're supposed to be the elder in this situation but you act like a thug.
C:I'm not the one making irrational accusations.
    I really don't know what the fuck is wrong with your head.
J:You dwell in the negative.  You're a bottom feeder.
C:Shove the negativity up your ass
   I just find you mildly annoying.  Beyond that I couldn't care less.
J:Everything becomes ugly with you involved lately.  Your problem is you don't seem to have a conscience.
C:I don't take certain accusations lightly.
J:You are acting like a cocksmoker.
C:And the fact that you made them at all reflects badly on your rationality.
  You're like a little child
  I'm looking for friends, not head cases.
J:They weren't accusations.  I actually experienced your modern opperandum as to being that of a gaslighter.  Maybe you are hopelessly unable to get beyond it too.
  There is a reason oeople don't get along with you Chris, and you are unfortunateley continueing to show as to why.
C:You were accusing me of shit which is not happening
J:Saying I'm lile a little child is gaslighting you fucking idiot.  I give up on you.  Fuck off.
C:I don't need that treatment.
    Oh, now it's bothering you?
    I really don't know what's going through your mind.
J:Then don't bring it upon yourself moron.
C:Shove it up your ass, angry bear.
J:You are going on in my mind.  I said fuck off, and I meant it
C:Have a lousy day.
J:Youre the one who is angry and fearful. Demon possessed, and full of himself.  It's like your mind never matured out of puberty.
C:You're delusional and irrational.
J:I'll have what ever day I make of it.  Curse your own life fool.
C:Fuck you too
J:Delusional and irrational my ass.  You're just bored and pathetic.
C:That's true
  But bored and pathetic isn't a crime.
  You are a disappointment.
  You don't seem to even recall accurately the bullshit you were attesting to.
  I don't appreciate the accusations.
J:You probably don't even know what a gaslighter was until I pointed it out to you.  And that pissed you off.  Serves you right for having the attitude to begin with.
C:I know what a gaslighter is.
   I've never been a gaslighter.
J:I recal a fair enough to know that I'm tired of your winey woe is me attitude bringing others down.  I tried to put a stop to it but you had to go and be an unresolved sinner.
  I don't need people lime you in mu life either. Your fucked.
C:I guess we agree on that.
   Go see a psychiatrist.
J:Your reccurent attitude is sorrowful. Go sully someone elseses day.  And fuck the fuck off.
C:Yeah thanks for nothing
J:I tried to rectify tge situation but you were trying to make me apologize for calling you out on your bullshit, and so that was not going to happen.
  Nothing would be me not trying
C:That's not what happened.
  You made some wild accusations based on nothing.
  Which makes me question your judgement in general.
J:I've put more into trying to round out your rough edges than you have to be sure.  Your dad probably never had time to help you develope a decent personality.  Either that; or he didn't do a very good job.
  Judge not least though be judged
C:Your role seems to be that of insulting me in every way possible.
  You're not making yourself look good.
  My dad was a good guy.  He's a good role model.
  He wasn't going around insulting people.
J:Your shove it up your ass becavior called for it.  If you werent such an asshole about things..,would've different, but they are not.
  And I have a feeling they never will be.  So give it up.  Move on.  Find someone else to leak your rotting puss to.
C:You're not giving me a good reason for your behavior.
J:Leave me alone.
C:This is going to make a great story.

Another long day of nothing, staring out of the window from the couch.  I never leave, it seems, and the rain never stops falling.  The cat goes outdoors now and then.💬💬💬💬💬💬

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Up late again, but not so late for me. Wondering what the facebook phenomenon will turn into. Wondering why I don't put subjects in my sentences. The brain waves that used to function in college seem to be long gone, replaced by the retained knowledge of typing and some long words. The cat is interested in the rain. Willie is singing Angel Too Far From the Sun. Each day seems much the same.