The super weather up in these hills didn’t last very long from three days ago, as it has been a pretty steady drip with the occasional heavy spurts in between, yesterday, as well as today. The drive to Monaragala yesterday (work!) was the same – it rained steadily all the way there, whilst I was there, and all the way back as well – ‘miserable’, to put it mildly! So now the atmosphere is damp, there’s a drizzle outside, WorldSpace has got Oscar Peterson doing ‘The girl from Ipanema’, the dogs are curled up by me as I do this – so what else is new?!! Boring? On the contrary – Java’s up to his usual trip whilst up here. He’s been busy with ‘cleaning’ the Sinsemilla and getting the stems and irredeemable junk out and is now concentrating on making a few numbers that will last awhile. And that is always good for elevating the spirits and setting the stream of consciousness flowing in all manner of directions, and for encountering the most surprising concepts and visuals along the way.

Heeey maaan, wan me to get yo a beer while I’m getting mine?

C’mon Java, you know better than that! Does a bear shit in the woods or what?

Jus checkin maaan. Be right back wit yo brew – an mine too an then we can get down to som serious-ass contemplatin to dis selecshun on WorldSpace – music ta make dem juices flow – providing yo have da right combinashun of catalysts – is dat da right word maaan?

He leaves for the fridge, the dogs following closely hoping for a bone from the stock. RIFF, the jazz station on WorldSpace, is getting a wee bit ‘draggy’ so I switch to THE HOP, the station that specializes in 60’s and 70’s rock and R & B – and sometimes 50’s as well – ‘hit makers and soul shakers’, as the DJ puts it. The name of the station no doubt originates from the 50’s term ‘hop-head’ and, appropriately we have Mick and the Stones belting out ‘Let it bleed’ as I turn it on. Java returns, dogs in tow, obviously not having got around him for those bones they were hallucinating about. Otis Redding has come on – ‘Hard to Handle’ and, as Java lights up, the sweet smell fills the room as the smoke billows out of his face. The Byrds follow Otis with Dylan’s ‘Tambourine Man’ as he passes the doob

Know what maaan? Dis song be written by dat ol Robert Zimmerman bout jus what we be imbibing right now – check out dis verse dem Byrds be doin right now.

Java turns up the volume:

Then take me disappearin’ through the smoke rings of my mind,
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you.

Dat cat shuurre had a way wit words right maaan? Poetry in moshun dat set a whole generashun questchuning da values of dere parents – helped on dere way wit all dem mind-alterin substances dat Leary an his frens helped spread da word about. Musta bin great times huh?

Crosby, Stills and Nash have succeeded Dylan with their ‘Sweet Judy Blue Eyes’ – sweet harmonies and great melody.

It’s not a bad way to spend a gloomy morning. The drizzle’s still on, the temp’s around 17C, the birds must all be huddled in their shelters, not being evident as they usually are – must be a real drag for them during these rainy days. And the music goes on.

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