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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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A show that of note for the start of the recording. It sounds like complete nonsense out of context: The gibber jabber is from a Television Commercial that ran at the time .
There is a ledgened that this short late night TV spot caused a group of concerned straight citizens to gather and protest the boys plans for (or actual?) x-tended stay ?
( at one point @-, "band banter"- leads to ," oh did I tell yo the DA is here watching ?"
So if you are doing anything . . . . & . . . . ." He's dressed in a Gorilla suit. .. .")
1971 full on Alembic sound dayzz?! -Wall of sound- the Further bus, Owsley,
Pranksters in Dairy Country,! Need I say Bear Choice? Anyway the voice overs ?
Ken Kesey (pending agreement) appearance on the opening pre-amble
4/15/71 Allegaghney College. . .
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Apologies I've got to sort through some things .
O.C.D, the livin' in the past,-Boring- odd, I know but give me a bit,
scroll to the end of the Surgar Magnolia,(??28:50) - @39:01, the quick a smooth start into Second That Emotion,.
Or this onez gud too!
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The start of the excessive songs, glorifying excess by their determined excessive repition. . . .
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And more than a little"blue". (C c Ryder. . . )
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This was the road to the epic Fillmore East / West shows.
This is the famous on the bus road trip
This link is a repeat of the whole show
https://archive.org/details/gd71-04-15.sbd.eD.11652.sbeok.shnf
But
they are amusement park attractions
Artificial climbing Walls in Ohio,
in Shaker or, Cleveland Heights . .
are amusement park FODER !
Set up on The scream-way, past the pizza, and fried bread,
all the way past the Cotton Candy. Still, they stand out where you see them, tall , off-putting in the garish contrast day glow paint that casts a fuchsia pall over the neighboring black and red flannel of the equally tall Paul Bunyan +Blue amusement park ride.
The back row off the mid-way; The Scream Way - is kept for the attractions aimed at the older kids,.
The scary big kids rides,
the swings that and twisters fast se-saw swings that have a certain pungent haze at their working ends. Favorites of the past
decades old they are still a blast. The Pirates 'Ship' See-Saw, The Blaster Swing,
big kids puke machines but an amazingly American experience.
And now there is at least one if not more simple climbing walls
( run by stooges, more often than climbers, with participants checked by a auto belay / clutch )
Big kids and grown-up don't puke ones; the Zlingy-Zinger , dizzy-Zingy rides.
The stairs to the Burlap bag slide starts in between the legs of that Blue bull.
The ticket stall is in one of the he legs. The huge slide is supported a hundred feet across the Bulls back.
'bigger' still , higher , taking up more room and drawing a crowd is a 35 foot tall tower.mthree sides with threes ropes a side
the things are as a toilet is to a sink, when trying to compare; to try to stretch these structures into any thing like or compared to "real" Climbing.
At least as I would want climbing represented. The thing is that climbing birthday parties have now been around for a full generation. Second generation climbing team members.
As with the sad faithful truths aging growth . -entropy - to anything it adds a patina,
Giving the most familiar look to what was once the New Out of the ordinary features.
Who was it ? some years ago ? Someone here was seriously thinking of getting
a mobile wall .to set up at events ?
Bad kill joy of a carneybidea but if that mi_way, scream festival frantic gathering of commerce and mirth grabs at you , have at that . .
Excuse that incoherent spew ! It is as if I had had a stroke ! So far from what I wrote ?! I can't make it out!?
Soutors ? . . ? . . auto- correct and then some ...
Eh! Wait what now that's the thing the bands playing was at its most divergent from a song format ,
I hat Archive jive again
https://archive.org/details/gd71-04-15.sbd.eD.11652.sbeok.shnf/gd71-04-15d2t10.shn
They call it " The Pump" song, Early version of Greatest story. . . ,
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Apr 8, 2017 - 03:11am PT
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How Does a Duck Know?
I have questions that have occurred to me following a listening session of
CRASH TEST DUMMIES.
Like,
How does a duck know what direction south is?
And how to tell his wife from all the other ducks?
You can cut a chicken's head off
And it will keep on running and twitching
When everything seems planned out
When everything seems nicely planned out
Well the human race will come and smack your face
And,
How come all my body parts so nicely fit together?
All my organs doing their jobs, no help from me!
[Excluding the prescription drugs]
A person pulls a spider's leg out
To watch it keep on moving and twitching
Satan lives here: on grain and earth, rain and air
And lastly,
How come I just smoke and smoke and smoke
And curse every butt I spit out?
All night long I grind my teeth and I wake up when I cough
You can put me in an iron lung
And I will keep on breathing and twitching
--written by THE Brad Roberts
The answers are probably as big a downer as the walls of Cleveland,
but not so big a one as the walls of Mordor or looking at the Crack of Doom for the first time.
[But then, why would there be a need for a second time?]
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Edit: good choice, Gnome...1971, before the Dead got weirder to me and more out of touch with time limits, seemingly.
See "mingly" in the glossary.*
*There is as yet no glossary. #SimonSays #RubiksCube #Pong
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Apr 8, 2017 - 03:23am PT
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Another question, based on the continuing storms coming into California in the recent months [and it's about time!], is this one, posed by Luke the Bloggie-Blogger:
"When does the rock climbing season begin and end?"
http://lukemehall.blogspot.com/2011/02/when-does-rock-climbing-season-begin.html
I don't know whether I agree with his answer, but it's his answer.
If you want to answer this question, don't do it here, but go and start your own thread.
One final question: When will Tioga Pass open? This will have its own thread soon, I feel, an updated version for this Summer.
I'm saying June based on gut instinct, no science or old Indian secrets.
Gnome, you ever do yoga on a route? I've never done yoga on a mat, myself. I've kept myself pure all these years; just like I've never entered a climbing gym or used a mat when bouldering. I guess I was never serious enough, huh?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Apr 8, 2017 - 05:58am PT
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Lovin' Spoonful - Night Owl Blues (long version)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xclJtzMpLD4
The flip side to "Daydream", officially, Night Owl Blues was in the jukebox selection at the burger shack I worked for that year when I was at St. Mary's College down the road and over the hill from there. It was in Rheem Valley, near Moraga.
This cut featured John Sebastian's harmonica and Sal Yanovsky's guitar work.
Another Spoonful tune on that juke was Butchie's Tune, written by Steve Boone. But it's not listed anywhere as a part of a single release, only as a part of the lineup on the "Daydream" LP. However, it was on the juke as a single, the flip side to "Big Noise from Speonk," and NOT as the flip side to "Daydream." I cannot find this single listed despite my sleuthing.
http://www.danspapers.com/2014/06/the-lovin-spoonful-comes-home/
"Butler believes the word “Speonk” was the Native-American imitation of a duck."
Edit: I've been waiting for Bushman's arrival on the scene. How's it going today, Tim?
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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On the Highway Zone
When I began writing this I knew I would never get back
Return from the long road
It's starts out there at the end of our street
Out there on the highway
Out where they never call your name
Out there beyond the tall grass
Out past where the trees blow
Beyond the silent limbo of Salvador Dali land
Where the clocks melt and drip down the black night
With clouds overhead
I knew I would never get back
When I went out beyond the long road
Past the metaphors
Leaving the step where my mind bends
And I shut out those thoughts of all reverence
For the good old days
When the shoe fit
And the dogs barked out their ass
When the smooth dictators drew us in
When our shellacking was perfect
Shiny like a new penny
Cooked in the acid dissolved evaporative memories of the departed
Where my piano lessons ended
And the guitar strings stretched and hung
I knew right then it was over
When the strange words wrote themselves in the sky
And my mothers voice tripped over the sunset
And we hiked to the peak before dawn
For the shared communion of the sunrise
When the black dot rode the chariot
Led by the horse out in front of them
Those horsemen of the apocalypse
Stumbling over the solar flared ropy fields of power
And tumbling back to the sun
While the black dotted paisley ripe one
Shrieked past our moon in a light wave
To the outer dwarf planets
Out past the Ort Cloud
To the distant stars beyond
I knew I would never come home then
Unless my hide thickened
Growing scaly and thick like a tortoise
And I carried my back for a home
Knowing exactly what I meant there
As I tread lightly
From there until beyond forward
Where words had no meaning
But songs like the ones I'd forgotten
With the lines all emptying into one
Were shaking and shuttering
Stuttering into the fullness
Headlong and headstrong
I put one foot in front of me
And stopped my hand from trembling
Long enough for the ambulance
To disappear it's wailing
And pulled out the wiring
From the motel walls in Hades
And I would have to leave there
Before they came in white coats
To lock away my new thoughts
In the asylum of the renegades
Where the touch with high volt torturers
Have full rein over your thought notes
Until you wire the neckline
For a final dangling footstep
To grey pastures of oblivion
I knew right then and there
Beyond the time zone
At the twilight edge of existence
Near the final heart stopped insult
In the patter of the raindrops
And the pitter of my pulse throbs
There was no soft catch
No phrase of comfort solace
Only the deep breathed pounding gyrations
Of hip swerved mile tread harmonies
Of an earthbound diaspora
Leading me from my self inflicted wilderness
Back to everything I was or ever had been
Until the sweat earned and hard fought for homestead
Appeared beneath my footfalls
And suddenly I could hear the birdsong
And the panting of a loyal dog
I was never coming home
Because I'd been there all along
-bushman
04/08/2017
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Apr 8, 2017 - 06:31am PT
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Well, that answered my last question, Travelling Man.
One more for hooblie and I'm heading for the Cinema.
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Al Capone's house or
what's left of it. Rosarito Baja
It is well known that Al Capone built a fortress just south of Rosarito in the late 1920's as a party house for his friends from Hollywood. The Castle is know known as "El Castillo Restaurant". It is also known that Al Capone was involved in a yacht club and casino built on the Los Coronados Islands offshore of Imperial Beach.
Al Capone owned a fleet of Ford Model "A" delivery trucks each painted with the company name "Jake's Moving Company." Model A Fords had a fuel capacity of 11 gallons of gasoline. It is approximately 136 miles from Los Angeles to Rosarito. Ford Model "A" trucks had a rating of 24 miles to the gallon of fuel.
Therefore, a trip from LA would nessessitate a refueling before completing a round trip to Rosarito and back. It would seem likely that the greatest number of gas stations in the 1920's were north of the border. Route 5 did not exist at that time.
Would Al Capone have refueled in Imperial Beach and spent time here? Maybe some of our senior citizens could provide additional information on what the area was like during that period of time?
One lady from Ensenada stated that Al Capone frequented a restaurant there known as "Fleur de Italia".
Funny thing, there is no evidence that Capone ever surfed.
Mushrooms would have been a good spot for him.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Apr 8, 2017 - 12:40pm PT
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Frostback, it's good to be back. Thanks!!
Another ho-hum sunrise this mornin'.
Good mornin' and the best to you...
I gifted el patron with a jar of good intentions but Gerardo wasn't in this morning. I had the chili verde omelet.
The dining tables weren't set up this morning on the sidewalk as the rain was seriously threatening, though it never came.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Apr 8, 2017 - 02:06pm PT
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Anyone been shopping for a wireless router lately?
OK so I'm getting lazy.
RIP Don Rickles.
Don't need a tomahawk.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Apr 8, 2017 - 10:06pm PT
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^^^Sharp!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Apr 9, 2017 - 05:36am PT
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A toast to Royal's ambition.
We reached the summit in the late afternoon with big grins on our faces. The north face of Sentinel in two days! All that training on shorter climbs had paid off. All of our skills had been called on, and they had passed the test. With his first free ascent of the Higher Spire, Chuck Wilts had shown that climbers from southern California excelled in free climbing on shorter routes. Our ascents of YPB and Sentinel had completed the picture. Now we were big-wall climbers, too, and the future looked bright.
--Royal Robbins, "Fail Falling"
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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'ATTENTION ALL WARBIRD PILOTS'
Rise and shine, you pilots
Look out into the gloom
Wipe the sleep out of your eyes
And to the briefing room,
To the ready room, the flight line
Take off, the weather's fine
The mission, n'er tragedy
'Till debriefing on your mind
With tails winds at your six o'clock
Your wingman at your side
May your hands always be steady
As you hear the engines whine
And when you cross the finish
Whether first, or second place
May your landings be just perfect
With a smile upon your face
-bushman
04/09/2017
Props to Royal, LEGEND!!!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Apr 9, 2017 - 06:04am PT
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Propel thyself, wingnut, the sky awaits!!
Can you fly that thing in the dark?
That might seem kind of a lark.
"Why, yes, it is."Sunday, brunch day!!
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"How can you say no to ensaymada with ham, scrambled eggs, and more cheese?"
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Apr 9, 2017 - 11:26am PT
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Here's to lost ladders and lost ladder racks.[Click to View YouTube Video]The thieves have gone and buried their tracks.
Give a man a squeegie and he'll clean his windshield and yours, too.
Give a man a ladder and a squeegie and he'll be able to feed his parrots, too.
Thanks for the call, Dwain.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Apr 9, 2017 - 03:30pm PT
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A couple of borrowed shots from Gypsy's and from Steve "Crusher" Barnett's FB stashes.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Apr 10, 2017 - 06:19am PT
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How They Saved Brunch
Look! Up in the sky!
Says Little Miss Sunshine...And so I did.And last night, Decker and I sat through the first disc of The Return of the King.
You can entrust your whole future to one person but don't make a Hobbit of it. Frodo is a lucky sod.
The "leader" of one of the SLOWEST 3-person climbing teams ever, young Baggins "inherited" his uncle Bilbo's luck, it seems.
It was surprising to see Billy Bibbitt again, though. It's the Kesey Konnection.
I am enjoying the story, SLOW AS AN ENT speaking Old Entish as it is, though, and tonight, following Jeopardy!, we'll watch the last reel of this vintage motion picture.
And the moon will rise and be near full,
While we're watching the attack of the wicked Nazgul.
YTF Don't We Do It In the Road? asks Young McCartney
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dfY9wY7ITAQ
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Apr 10, 2017 - 06:51am PT
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A problem with the GAZ cartridge.
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