I went absolutely insane while stuck in traffic today and this is the result. This guy’s name is Taffy Nuggins, and it’s his first Las Vegas gig off-off-off-off-off the main strip, and he had the best show he’s ever had.
If anyone saw a guy singing his head off while driving on Highland Ave. today… that was me.
This new psychedelic jam came to me while I was tripping balls, held in the loving arms of an Assam Macaque named Lorene in the hills of Napal as she coaxed me down from my high. It was there we kissed, high atop the peaks and soaked within the mist of those low clouds. Then the fog parted and we were trapped in the dark night, with only The Great One’s pin-pricks to give us light. It would only be our love that guided us through the night. It was our love that allowed me to survive…to wake once more…holding a limp mass of roadkill in the bathroom of my apartment…having gone absolutely NOWHERE…
New Song — “Truth From The Farthest Reaches Of Peaceful Time”
It’s been a long while since I actually made a new song. I was messing around with my canjo (that I made with my bare hands, not a big deal) and came up with this little weird one. It’s kind of a late 60s trippy pseudo Brit-folk number. It’s about infinite space and inner love and all encompassing truth about the white queen, Mother Nature, and using the soul within to expel the outer soul so that one can maintain clairvoyant presence upon the Astral Plane.
Light stuff, really. I shall call it…Truth From The Farthest Reaches Of Peaceful Time.