Rest in peace John, and may the fore winds blow you safely home. Good friend passed away he was 46. He left behind a wife and 2 special kids.
He lived here in Spokane, WA for a period.
Utah Phillips - singer, songwriter, activist, raconteur and unionist
Aidin Vaziri, Chronicle Staff Writer Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Bruce "U. Utah" Phillips, the Grammy-nominated folk singer known for his bushy white beard, tireless tour schedule and equally tireless work for social justice, died of congestive heart failure Friday at his home in Nevada City. He was 73 and had been having health problems in recent years.
If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is, infinite. William Blake
RIP Alton Kelly 6-17-1940>6-1-2008
RIP Bo Diddly 12-30-1928>6-2-2008
Our love is real, not fade away, not fade away!
The more time that passes, the harder it is for me to understand the events at Kent State. Senseless tragedy in the name of patriotism, it seemed then and now, to me. If there was a military draft these daze, I think we'd be seeing this same scenario being played out again, unfortunately. This incident also illustrates that the price a society pays for any freedom goes far beyond military actions, abroad.
Tin soldiers and Nixon coming,
We're finally on our own.
This summer I hear the drumming,
Four dead in Ohio.
Gotta get down to it
Soldiers are cutting us down
Should have been done long ago.
What if you knew her
And found her dead on the ground
How can you run when you know?
The memory of Kent State sends a chill up my spine. Peace Now.
If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is, infinite.
A real example of history repeating itself? The four students gunned down during the Vietnam-Cambodia war protest held in Kent Ohio, on the campus of Kent State University.
I remember it vividly, being a high school senior 30 miles away. I compare this memory frequently with the current administrations efforts in the Middle East. One interesting difference today is that there is little student protest. Toss on some Crosby, Stills, and Nash to honor those who have died, not just for all of our freedoms, but especially for the freedom to express ones views.
He's gone.. ..and nothin's gonna bring him back...
Swiss chemist without whom many of our lives would be quite different passed away in his home in Basel this week.
It's about 5am and I can't sleep. Feeling a little sentimental.
A weird thing happened the other night; I went to this loft / art space / gallery on the fifth floor of some old rundown building downtown Detroit, and the minute I walked in, I'm thinking, man, I've been here before.
As I made my way in and looked around, I was sure of it.
I had been there, about 15 years ago now, when my friend Jason and a bunch of other folks were living there just after high school.
Anyone who went to shows from 92-95 might remember Jason - he stuck out in any crowd, even a lot full of freaks (and I use that term in the most endearing sense). Tall and skinny, always wearing big ol' clunky army boots as he swaggered around, gesturing wildly and talking loudly and enthusiastically to everyone about everything. He was constantly coming up with stupid sayings that would make the rest of us shrug and roll our eyes, though in retrospect I think it was certainly some form of wild-eyed Zen. And we'd always laugh.
Some people didn't like Jason, not at first anyway; they'd get turned off by his loud and often obnoxious behavior and mannerisms. But anyone who took about 5 minutes to get to know him loved him. He really had a heart of gold. This was a guy who'd give anything he owned to anybody he thought needed it, or even just kind of liked it. He gave me my first instrument, back in high school, practically demanding I take his bass when I showed an interest in it. It lived with me for over a year while I got a handle on it.
Jason's ten years gone now, though sometimes it feels like we were still palling around just yesterday. Other times it feels like several lifetimes ago. I guess the car he was in (as a passenger) slid off of a snowy Colorado mountain road and wrapped itself around a tree.
Man, I sure do miss that guy.