Bhutan

We are all moving to Bhutan, baby. Why wouldn't we? Don't you want to go?

Bhutan. Located in South Asia, bordered by India and China. Bhutan has a measurement, an indicator, whatever you want to call it, called Gross National Happiness. Along with GDP and GNP and all those boring financial indicators, they have GNH. Imagine a country that cares about the happiness of its people. We have those golden words "the pursuit of happiness" written into the Declaration of Independence like they mean something, but they don't. What they mean is you have the right to pursue happiness in America but nobody is going to help or encourage you and,even worse, corporations and the government are going to go out of their way to make it difficult.

GNH is designed to measure quality of life and social progress within a holistic and psychological framework. Bhutan culture is based on Buddhist spiritual values. The theory behind GNH is that beneficial development of human society takes place when material and spiritual development occur side by side to complement and reinforce each other. The four pillars of GNH are -  the promotion of sustainable development; preservation and promotion of cultural values; conservation of the natural environment; and establishment of good governance.

This is enlightened thinking, the kind that communicates with the human soul, resonates with the human spirit. Never happen in this country because we have created a harsh society, a competitive society, a society designed to suck the life out of peoples' souls in order to keep them in line, keep them down, keep them producing, keep them docile, afraid, broken and defenseless.

We care nothing about the soul in this country, we don't take into consideration what it means to be human, spiritual development is laughed at. Quality of life in this country is measured by income and income only, and the irony is that the powers that be make damn sure that you are not getting ahead financially. I think it is a major source of frustration for humans that the things they really want, really need, have to be suppressed. Love, respect, happiness. We bury these needs deep because they make us vulnerable in this vulture oriented society. And we suffer because of it; they cannot be denied, only ignored.

Remember when you laughed at John and Yoko? Running around doing oddball things to promote peace. They didn't mind people laughing at them if there was a chance they could get people thinking about peace. Such a simple concept and one we long for but would never admit. We want peace with one another, we don't want to fight with co-workers, friends, and relatives. We want a peaceful life and we do want a peaceful world free of war. You can't admit it because you will get laughed at. Because everybody knows there will never be peace, in the world or in your life. This is the point humanity has degenerated to.

The Beatles said all you need is love. They were criticized for being simplistic. People want love, they need it, they long for it. They know deep down that if all humans loved one another life would truly be the celebration that it should be. But nobody will ever admit that it is as simple as that because they know it will never happen.

It would be nice to think that promoting peace, promoting love, promoting a concept like Gross National Happiness would help to break through the barriers we have built between our lives and who we truly are. Most people who have heard about Bhutan probably laugh about it. Like they laughed at John and Yoko. Like they laughed at The Beatles. But if you listen closely you'll notice that it's a nervous laugh. Because they want a world like this, they truly do, but they have to work so hard to cover up that fact.
When I heard about Bhutan I thought what a very cool country, what a very cool concept. I didn't laugh at all. Never entered my mind. It makes me feel good that a tiny country like that exists that is hopefully making the lives of it's people a little happier. A few people getting help to be happy in this nasty world is a good thing.
I know it won't spread. I know it won't change the world. I'm just hoping that it is changing the lives of the people who live there. That makes me feel good.

Another thought just popped into my head. All I want is some truth. Gimme some truth. John Lennon. A wickedly direct song about hungering for truth. If we could all live in truth maybe things could improve. The truth of needing to be loved, to give love, to be happy, to live in peace. Truth is anathema to the power brokers. Our lives, this country, are built on lies, deception, deceit, distortion. It will never change. I hate that.

The hell with it. I'm moving to Bhutan.

 

Booze and Blues: April, Faux Spring, Warmth

Booze and Blues: April, Faux Spring, Warmth: "I have viciously attacked New England seasons and calender months for lying to me. November pretends to be fall, March pretends to be spring..."

April, Faux Spring, Warmth

I have viciously attacked New England seasons and calender months for lying to me. November pretends to be fall, March pretends to be spring. I recently figured out that we have only two seasons in New England. Winter (very long) and summer (very short) . April has been torture. Cold, snow still on the ground. Until yesterday. Yeah, Bubba we have had a few warm April days already BUT yesterday was The one. I felt it in my bones. Heat emanating from my inside to my outside. Got out of work at 6:30, a little food shopping, then hit the road, jack. Window down, smile on my face and in my soul. It felt like a summer night. And summer nights are the only reason to be alive. I'm a big enough man to say thank you, April. Even though I know you will slap me in the face a few more times before warmth creeps into my body on a very temporary permanent basis.
I dug yesterday. I look forward to digging a lot more days to come. Don't mess with me too much, faux spring and lying April. I got ways of dealing with phonies like you.

Owsley Stanley

So Owsley Stanley is dead. Bummer. Another sixties icon, character, voyager, whatever you want to call him, however you choose to look at it, has bitten the dust. For you squares out there, those not in the know, Owsley was huge in the San Francisco scene of the sixties; he crafted, made, produced, mixed, I'm not sure what the proper terminology is, high quality LSD. I know a lot about him, I don't live in squaresville man. I'm kidding about the squaresville stuff, I just wanted to go there for fun; I'm sure there are many of my generation who dug the deal but never heard of Bear (his nickname).

He died in an automotive crash. In Australia. He moved there because he was convinced there was another ice age coming. What a shame. I think he was 72. I would have preferred to see him live out his natural life. See if he made it to 100. That would lend some credence to my opinion that what people did in the sixties was not life threatening.

LSD sparks a negative reaction in most folks. Even people who once thought it was a good idea but have since been re-wired by mortgage vampires, employers, and insurance salesmen to see all alternative things as bad. LSD is the one drug I long for, the one I missed. I have never been a huge druggie; done a lot of pot, some hash, cocaine, bunch of pills but never overboard or crazy out of control. Never as a lifestyle. I firmly believe that had I tried LSD as a youngster I would be a different man today. It might have opened my mind, given me a different vision, different point of view. It might have freed me up to discard the straight jacket my parents fitted for me at birth, a straight jacket I wear to this day. I would still do it today but only under closely supervised conditions; there are many demons and dark corners in my mind. I'll get back to me in a minute.

Here's the deal. Owsley was closely associated with the Grateful Dead and other San Francisco rock bands (Jefferson Airplane, Quicksilver Messenger Service etc); but primarily with The Dead. The Dead used to conduct acid tests; these were concerts where acid was handed out to concertgoers - it was legal at that time. Then The Dead would do their thing. It was not a go crazy, let's party kind of thing. They were considered experiments to see how LSD could benefit the human mind, to see if the psychedelic experience could change your perspective and open you up to things you were never aware of before. Owsley supplied the acid; he was renowned for high quality LSD. And he made many different varieties that resulted in different types of highs.

Excuse me, I was temporarily blown away. A bird just landed on the cable outside this room. Looked directly at me for three seconds. Then took off. I believe there was a message there.

His obituary in Rolling Stone includes comments from surviving members of the Grateful Dead. Bob Weir's was best. He said "Owsley taught us to question everything, he taught us that REALITY IS SUBJECT TO INTERPRETATION."  I love that line. It gets to the core of what I am about, what I want.

I am a unique, strange, intelligent, talented individual trapped in the body of a boring lower middle class man. Still wearing the straight jacket. My parents would grab my LP's off the record player and replace them with death recordings; sounds of people being tortured and killed. They made me listen to them at night, in the dark, until I fell asleep. I never fell asleep. I don't know if this twisted my mind but that is a story for another time and place.

I have also been conditioned to be responsible. Go to work, pay the bills, suppress my dignity, do the chores, generally be a good boy. A functioning member of society. I have been re-wired.

But it did not take deep down. I know there is an alternative reality,a different way to look at things, a different way to experience things and a different way to interpret what happens in your life. The thought fascinates me. I am squirming underneath, trying to find a way out, a way to get to this alternate truth and a way to express myself purely with no filters. To air out my soul, reveal my true essence.

LSD was outlawed in the sixties. Imagine an entire generation thinking creatively? That is unacceptable. Society functions by keeping people down, by suppressing individual thought, by condoning mindless submission and punishing individuality.

Owsley and many like him were trying to find another way, a better life, a more inspired existence. He was not a loon, he was a pioneer. But average people cannot accept an approach like this; everything has to be pre-approved, antiseptic, legal, FDA approved. In other words most people will not try anything mind expanding unless it has been approved by the very people who are trying to keep you in your place. How far do you think you'll get with that approach?

I dearly want to shed my straight jacket. It is the single, most hideous thing that chokes off my air supply and keeps me underachieving. I don't necessarily need LSD to do it. Although that might be the quickest route. Studying, learning, thinking, questioning, trying, trying, trying will get me there.

Today I am just celebrating the life and influence of Owlsey Stanley. I worship the thought process, the openness, the unique approach to living a life. Every time one of these sixties icons dies a little bit of me dies with them. Because I identified with what they thought, how they lived, their approach to life; but I allowed myself to be brainwashed into living the life that they, and I, rebelled against. Every death reminds me that time is slipping away.

I have to expand my mind, my thought process. I have to blow the straight jacket apart. Or I will NEVER get what I want. Me. Peace of mind.

I hope Owlsey is in heaven right now with Jerry Garcia and Pigpen, sharing acid with god. Maybe acid IS god. Something to think about.

Booze and Blues: March

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Booze and Blues: I'm lonely

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Booze and Blues: Insane in The Membrane

Booze and Blues: Insane in The Membrane: "Wow baby. I have been struggling to get this thing up and running. I am a dinosaur so the whole settings thing and this and that melts my br..."

Booze and Blues: Emotion, baby - emotion from the blues, by the blu...

Booze and Blues: Emotion, baby - emotion from the blues, by the blu...: "Listen if you want to feel alive pick up a guitar and strum some basic blues chords. You will fly out of your chair and land in Bluesville, ..."

Booze and Blues: Booze and Blues: Emotion, baby - emotion from the ...

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Booze and Blues: Be afraid, be very very afraid

Booze and Blues: Be afraid, be very very afraid: "It's possible that I am starting to love myself a little. This is a new emotion for me. I will work with it and let you know how it turns ou..."

Booze and Blues: The Prez

Booze and Blues: The Prez: "We must re-elect President Obama. I don't know how he got elected in 2008. This country is not intelligent enough or unprejudiced enough to ..."

The Prez

We must re-elect President Obama. I don't know how he got elected in 2008. This country is not intelligent enough or unprejudiced enough to elect a man like him. I believe that somehow it was a fluke. I voted for him. A window was opened. An intelligent man in the White House offering hope of change from a world of openly corrupt corporations, openly hypocritical (morally) and corrupt politicians, a world that has offered nothing but petty backlash against his presidency. The Republicans and their juvenile games disgust me. Palin, Bachman, Beck, Boehner, O'Reilly disgust me. The assassination jokes, the racial jokes that I hear in the bar disgust me. President Obama has struggled because his opposition has thrown up every conceivable roadblock in his path. Not for the good of the country; only to defeat him.
If he is not re-elected there is no hope for this country. Republican rule will plunge us into darkness; workers will have no rights, the poor will get poorer, and the rich will amass more wealth and more disdain for those who they consider beneath them.
Help re-elect President Obama. Or move to Switzerland where all the unpatriotic corporations hide to avoid paying their fair share to help dig this country out of its financial ruin.

Be afraid, be very very afraid

It's possible that I am starting to love myself a little. This is a new emotion for me. I will work with it and let you know how it turns out.

Ciao, baby

Booze and Blues: Emotion, baby - emotion from the blues, by the blu...

Booze and Blues: Emotion, baby - emotion from the blues, by the blu...: "Listen if you want to feel alive pick up a guitar and strum some basic blues chords. You will fly out of your chair and land in Bluesville, ..."

Emotion, baby - emotion from the blues, by the blues

Listen if you want to feel alive pick up a guitar and strum some basic blues chords. You will fly out of your chair and land in Bluesville, baby. Can't play guitar? Play air guitar, man - it's easy. The blues come from my soul and your soul and every soul that has ever inhabited the earth. Imagine the power of a music that is so tied in to the history of humanity. Blues is humanity, baby. It is happiness and suffering, it is murder and sex, it is love and hate, it is breathing and dying, it is truth and lying. Come on, get with the program. I can't trust anybody who doesn't dig the blues because you ain't digging life.
Worship the blues, the people who created it, the people who suffered to make it known, the people who got rich off it if their heart is true. The blues will make you cry, make you laugh, make you think, make you whole. Gobble them up and you'll be healthier than you ever thought imaginable.
Yeah I am losing weight on the blues diet, baby. Soul soothing music, whiskey and one banana a day. That's all you need. So commence to digging, baby. You won't be sorry.

Insane in The Membrane

Wow baby. I have been struggling to get this thing up and running. I am a dinosaur so the whole settings thing and this and that melts my brain. I probably don't have it set up optimally yet but I will keep plugging away, learning little by little until I emerge as Numero Uno of all King Hell blogs.
All I really want to do is WRITE and get some feedback. Unload my brain, air it out and see if there is any interest in my twisted thoughts and perspective. Ain't got no interest yet and I don't know if it's because I haven't set the damn thing up right or if its because my words are garbage to the common man.
Not giving up. I'll love you if you'll love me. Basic human equation, which of course never works out, but the fun is in the trying, don't you think Pablo?
Ciao

I'm lonely

No visitors. Yet. How am I gonna get rich? I'll get you in here. Once you discover me I become an addiction. Haven't had enough time yet to devote to this. But I'll snag some. Then I'll snag you. Dig it baby and dig The Allman Brothers Band. Saw them this past Tuesday in NYC at The Beacon Theatre. It changed me forever. I am new and improved and rocketing upwards towards the stars. See you there.

March

March is a lying whore. One day its sixty degrees, the next day its twenty degrees, it snows, it rains, it exploits your emotions. November and March. They lie. November pretends to be fall until the 21st, March pretends to be spring on the 21st. November is winter. March is winter.
But March is more cruel. You see November coming. You know it will get cold, you will shovel snow until your internal organs explode, your car won't start, you will slip and fall on the ice and go to work with a wet ass.
Winter knocks you down and kicks you in the ribs as you slip trying to get up. It punches you in the nose and knocks a few teeth out. It kicks you in the kidneys as you lie, trembling and crying, on the ice.
But March. March taunts you. Just as you are weak and exhausted, praying for warmth and relief, thinking you cannot go on for one more day, March gives you sixty degrees. If you weren't so desperate you'd look around at three feet of snow and realize this can't be real. But you are like a heroin addict. You want it. Bad. And blam the next day it is twenty degrees and your body and mind are screaming. Then rain. Fifty degrees. Nineteen degrees, snow and ice. You are crawling towards spring but March has to get in a few more kicks. It is a cruel month using nature's superiority to prey on human weakness.
March and November. They are lying whores. And every goddamn year we pay for their services with our blood and crushed psyches.
Give me June, July and August. I trust them and love them. This year I will run naked through the summer and ignore the taunts of those who do not appreciate the inherent beauty of a well sculpted beer belly.

Getting at the essence

Changed the name of my blog. To get at who I really am. Originally I titled it "my brain is oatmeal." Thought it sounded funny. But that kind of stuff doesn't work for me.
Booze and Blues. That is who I am. Love the booze, love the blues. Discovered both when I was fifteen. That was a big year. Got high and drunk for the first time, got laid for the first time, and discovered The Allman Brothers Band. What a great year. Been trying to duplicate it ever since.
The Beatles blew my mind. Opened me up to my love of music. At the tender age of ten. Then The Stones, The Doors, The Who, Hendrix, Joplin, Santana and on and on and on. I was ecstatic. Music was, and still is, everything to me. Then, in 1969, I stumble across The Allman Brothers Band. I was already out of my mind over music but ABB blasted me into another existence. Better than sex. I wish I could remember how I discovered them, actually visualize the first moment, but I can't.
Once I got over the initial infatuation I began to study the music. Noticed a lot of the songs were written by other people. Willie Dixon, Muddy Waters, Howling Wolf. Who the hell were these people? Old blues dudes. I found another world. I have been happy there ever since.
Booze and Blues. Sums it all up for me. That's not all that I am about. I am a complex human filled with inspiration, vibration, creation and emancipation (I'm still working on that one). I have deep and personal loves and interests and I plan to live for 187 years so I can fully enjoy them all. But that's a story for another time and place.
For now, Booze and Blues is a good place to start.

Too quiet

Oooooooooohhhhh it is quiet in here. There is an echo bouncing off the walls as I type. I am alone. Completely alone. This must be what it is like starting at the bottom. New blog. No followers. I ain't in here to get creative. I am in here to get rich. To get known. I must build a following so I can eventually deposit $13 million dollars in my bank account. There is an echo in there too. It is goddamn empty.

But my heart ain't empty. My soul ain't empty. My brain is only half empty. Half full? That's because I have killed many a brain cell. But I can still function. No time today. Work. Gotta work for a non-living.

Allman Brothers, baby. At The Beacon. This is a religion and I worship with great devotion.

OK gotta go sell booze to people who NEED it, people who need it, people who are entertaining, people who want to spice up dinner, people who want to unwind, people who want to get very, very drunk and dream about killing their boss. Interesting job.

Ciao

What's shaking, baby

This is the dawn of a new day. New age. My first blog. I call it "my brain is oatmeal" because that is exactly true. My brain is so full of contradictions, information, misinformation, song lyrics, vulgarity, empty space, poetry, fear, confidence, love, sensitivity, self loathing and braggadocio that it is a miracle I can even walk. And when I get enough whiskey in me I can't even do that.

My goal here is to reveal my innermost thoughts. This could be dangerous for you. My thoughts are sick and twisted, loving and gentle, kind, angry, subtle, over the top, sensible, nonsensical, sometimes just plain silly. When your brain attempts to absorb the thoughts from mine, it is entirely possible that your head will explode. And that gets messy.

I'm a million different people from one day to the next. I always loved that lyric because its true. But I know I'm not alone. You are a little strange too, no?

Let's get to know each other, shall we?