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Terrapin Station
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Feb 17, 2015 - 07:11am PT
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Here's the money shot for those willing to invest a well spent hour.
Reawakened my Fahey lunacy, HA!!
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survival
Big Wall climber
Terrapin Station
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Feb 17, 2015 - 08:05am PT
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There was always something inside of, behind, the way he named things.
Something climbers can appreciate, bizarre names!
The Dance Of Death & Other Plantation Favorites
I mean c'mon, that's freeking brilliant.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 17, 2015 - 08:16am PT
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^^^Do Not Miss This Filmic History of The Man Himself.
You will know so much more about YOURSELF if you watch it than I can say.
The CHOICE is the VOICE of the Turtle or the SILENCE of the Lambs, and it is YOURS TO DECIDE.
--Old Blind Joe
http://www.johnfaheyfilm.com/the-film.html
Thxnk you, Survival--I had never heard of this till now.
Have a beautiful decay today!
MFM
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 17, 2015 - 08:37am PT
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Dancing stars over the grape vineyard
Lights from Fresno State over there a half a mile away.
Debbie lay sleeping and I lay peeping
At the fertile ground between her legs where she lay.
Get you a drink of water, babe?
I'd love one, thanks.
Will the hose do or would you rather I went into the house for some ice cold?
You'll maybe wake Terry and Joyce needs to get up to go to work. Hose.
The lights of Clovis were barely distinguishable.
The air outside the little house out back was redolent with reefer madness growing right under their bedroom window.
Terry and Joyce said in one voice through the screen window,
"How's the weather, Mouse?"
I filled the cup from the nozzle and grinned silently back, "She's a hot one."
We'd sit for hours contemplating our own transfigurations on Terry's porch.
He would put on a stack of Fahey LPs and we would pass Little Soldier Boy around.
He was Terry's Army Man roach clip, a GI in standing position who guarded our lips from being burned.
Fresno was different then, in the sixties.
You could hitchhike there in an hour from Merced.
They have since moved to the area around Eagleville, taking their nude Joyce photos,
Terry's guitar and record collection, the roach clip, and the kid.
I spent my twenty-first birthday there on their porch and didn't even know it was my birthday till the NEXT EVENING.
The bartender in the place I hitched to on Highway 41 told me I was a day late.
I slept in a field that night and made it in to work at Yo Lodge on time the morning after.
Fahey touched my life like no other musician, not even Smetana the Deaf Czech composer.
From Sligo Creek to the Moldau, streams of consciousness abound.
Fahey, Melody.
Visual artist.
http://steamboats.com/hobbies/melodyfahey.html
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 18, 2015 - 03:02pm PT
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The Great San Bernardino Birthday Party & Other Excursions
[Click to View YouTube Video]In Fahey's own words, this is "a histrionic, disorganised outpouring of blather"
"Edited together from several pieces, the 19-minute "The Great San Bernardino Birthday Party" anticipated elements of psychedelia with its nervy improvisations and odd guitar tunings."
--Richie Unterberger in Allmusic
According to the WikiWonks, "Alan Wilson, who appears on this recording and was a member of the band Canned Heat, had once assisted Fahey in his UCLA master's thesis on the music of Charley Patton.
Fahey and Wilson duet on "Sail Away Ladies"; this version of the tune displays an eastern influence, with Wilson playing the South Indian veena.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Alan Wilson, no relation, was the Blind Owl.
He played harmonica with John Lee Hooker often and Hooker is known to have claimed that "Wilson is the greatest harmonica player ever."
The Good only die young once, but we all keep resurrecting their stuff after that. It's probably because they were better than the rest.
Greatness deserves respect. In The Case of the Blind Owl, respectacles, maybe.
He died from accidental acute barbiturate intoxication two weeks before Hendrix and a month before Janis.
Wilson was a student of early blues, writing a number of articles for Broadside of Boston newspaper and the folk-revival magazine Little Sandy Review, including a piece on bluesman Robert Pete Williams.
Robert Pete Williams - Old Girl at My Door
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=thOH7ebGkhQ
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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David Curry, paterfamilias of clan Curry, aka "The Stentor," passed away in 1917. He had been at war with the gov't over this and that, among which was the order to desist from the practice of Letting the Fire Fall.
After his death, Steven Mather, first director of the NPS, became sick and took a leave of absence, his spot being taken temporarily by Horace Albright, according to Shirley Sargent, the Yosemite historian.
Shirley relates, too, that
"The highlight of the summer was the reintroduction [at Albright's suggestion] of the Firefall. 'My greatest thrill was being given the assignment of throwing the first Firefall from Glacier Point,' John Fahey reminisced.
'Another fellow and I climbed the Ledge Trail to gather pine cones, start the fire and, at 8:30 p.m., when the lights were out in the camp below, we heard the Stentorian voice of Foster Curry [David's son] shouting,
'LET 'ER GO, GALLAGHER.'
Once more glowing embers spilled over the granite cliff, fanned out in a crimson veil, and died harmlessly on a ledge far below. Spectators held their breath, then expressed thrill in gasps or muttered adjectives."
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In another true-life drama, during one night a fire flared outside the gateway of Camp Curry, blamed on the ongoing rivalry with the concession calling itself The Yosemite National Park Co. Marjorie Curry, young John Fahey, and Mother Jennie Curry starred in this.
The main hydrant had been turned off. Arson was suspected.
At the same time, the mail run to Camp Curry, where there was a seasonal post office, was threatened with closure--all mail would go through rival Desmond hands at the Sentinel Hotel post office, and stagecoaches would not continue on to Camp Curry.
Mother Curry counter-attacked by giving John Fahey a loaded gun to guard the camp all night while she and Marjorie drove through wind and rain to reach San Francisco in time to persuade an influential congerssman to intercede. He was successful, and the post office remained an entity.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Here my projects rest sour rounded by the best,
A common man and so well chosen, his pick in'
So true to the blues that it makes ones hart ache
A way to wake but no bake, so hard to see
My winter hopes still un-realized, rocks,
Rocks and boulders, rocks, a soldiers ire,
The mix of me and Jar head ( with, Respect)
Is most likely a lot better un-tried,
The rocks await some very hard tries.
My pathetic form has me fallin' off
all of the above at the grade of eleven.
Gym grade? May be twelve?
Calling on and calling out all you,
plastic-pullers in the soupy nor'east
To find and send my beasts. . . .
You can use chalk but t is not needed.
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John Morton
climber
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Dec 18, 2015 - 08:43am PT
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Here's something for you Fahey obsessives:
A friend found Fahey's dissertation in the UCLA library while doing research for an assignment. Here are his photos of 60 assorted pages: https://www.sendspace.com/file/7ojad0
title page:
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