Look Out, Cleveland, the storm is comin’ through,
And it’s runnin’ right up on you.
Look out, Houston, There’ll be thunder on the hill;
Bye-bye, baby, don’t cha lie so still.
Was Wedn’sday evenin’ when first we heard the word,
It did not come by train nor bird.
T’was when Ben Pike stepped down to say,
“This old town’s gonna blow away.”
Chain lightnin’, frightnin’ as it may seem,
Must not be mistaken for just another dream.
Justice of peace don’t know his own fate,
But he’ll go down in the shelter late.
Hidin’ your money won’t do no good,
Build a big wall, you know you would if you could, yeah!
When clouds of warnin’ come into view,
It’ll get the ol’ woman right outta her shoe.
COUNTDOWN TO NEXT “ISIS” ATTACK EXACTLY TIMED TO COINCIDE WITH NEXT DIP IN TRUMP POLL STATS TO GIVE HIM A BOOSTPosted in Uncategorized on May 30, 2016 by kidkenoma
The sign on the door
said we’re gone today
but we’re bound
to be back soon
so leave a breadcrumb trail
lest you lose your way
in the meshes
of the afternoon…
Paul A. Rothchild (April 18, 1935 – March 30, 1995) was a prominent
American record producer of the late 1960s and 1970s, widely known for
his historic work with The Doors, producing Janis Joplin’s final album
Pearl and early production of The Paul Butterfield Blues Band.He is
considered the 5th door in the band,and one of the greatest producers
in the 60s.
Born in Brooklyn, Rothchild grew up in Teaneck, New Jersey and
graduated from Teaneck High School in 1953. His was a musical family;
his mother was an opera singer, and Rothchild studied classical music
According to Sports Illustrated journalist Bjarne Rostaing, in 1959
Paul was in the same Military Intelligence Corps (United States Army)
unit as him.
Zappa (born, curiously enough, on the Winter Solstice of 1940) never
really made a secret of the fact that he had nothing but contempt for
the ‘hippie’ culture that he helped create and that he surrounded
And it is probably safe to say that Frank’s dad also had little regard
for the youth culture of the 1960s, given that Francis Zappa was, in
case you were wondering, a chemical warfare specialist assigned to –
where else? – the Edgewood Arsenal. Edgewood is, of course, the
longtime home of America’s chemical warfare program, as well as a
facility frequently cited as being deeply enmeshed in MK-ULTRA
operations. Curiously enough, Frank Zappa literally grew up at the
Edgewood Arsenal, having lived the first seven years of his life in
military housing on the grounds of the facility.
Zappa’s manager, by the way, is a shadowy character by the name of
Herb Cohen, who had come out to L.A. from the Bronx with his brother
Mutt just before the music and club scene began heating up. Cohen, a
former U.S. Marine, had spent a few years traveling the world before
his arrival on the Laurel Canyon scene. Those travels, curiously, had
taken him to the Congo in 1961, at the very time that leftist Prime
Minister Patrice Lumumba was being tortured and killed by our very own
CIA. Not to worry though; according to one of Zappa’s biographers,
Cohen wasn’t in the Congo on some kind of nefarious intelligence
mission. No, he was there, believe it or not, to supply arms to
Lumumba “in defiance of the CIA.” Because, you know, that is the kind
of thing that globetrotting ex-Marines did in those days
Making up the other half of Laurel Canyon’s First Family is Frank’s
wife, Gail Zappa, known formerly as Adelaide Sloatman. Gail hails from
a long line of career Naval officers, including her father, who spent
his life working on classified nuclear weapons research for the U.S.
Navy. Gail herself had once worked as a secretary for the Office of
Naval Research and Development (she also once told an interviewer that
she had “heard voices all [her] life”). Many years before their nearly
simultaneous arrival in Laurel Canyon, Gail had attended a Naval
kindergarten with “Mr. Mojo Risin’” himself, Jim Morrison (it is
claimed that, as children, Gail once hit Jim over the head with a
The very same Jim Morrison had later attended the same Alexandria,
Virginia high school as two other future Laurel Canyon luminaries –
John Phillips and Cass Elliott.
Before arriving in Laurel Canyon and opening the doors of his home to
the soon-to-be famous, the already famous, and the infamous (such as
the aforementioned Charlie Manson, whose ‘Family’ also spent time at
the Log Cabin and at the Laurel Canyon home of “Mama” Cass Elliot,
which, in case you didn’t know, sat right across the street from the
Laurel Canyon home of Abigail Folger and Voytek Frykowski, but let’s
not get ahead of ourselves here), John Edmund Andrew Phillips was,
shockingly enough, yet another child of the military/intelligence
complex. The son of U.S. Marine Corp Captain Claude Andrew Phillips
and a mother who claimed to have psychic and telekinetic powers, John
attended a series of elite military prep schools in the Washington,
D.C. area, culminating in an appointment to the prestigious U.S. Naval
Academy at Annapolis
Before succeeding in his musical career, however, John did seem to
find himself, quite innocently of course, in some rather unusual
places. One such place was Havana, Cuba, where Phillips arrived at the
very height of the Cuban Revolution. For the record, Phillips has
claimed that he went to Havana as nothing more than a concerned
private citizen, with the intention of – you’re going to love this one
– “fighting for Castro.” Because, as I mentioned earlier, a lot of
folks in those days traveled abroad to thwart CIA operations before
taking up residence in Laurel Canyon and joining the ‘hippie’
generation. During the two weeks or so that the Cuban Missile Crisis
played out, a few years after Castro took power, Phillips found
himself cooling his heels in Jacksonville, Florida – alongside,
coincidentally I’m sure, the Mayport Naval Station.
On one side, 1,400 American paratroopers tried to invade Cuba in April
of 1961. On another side, Cuba repelled the invasion. And on the third
side – the underappreciated side – a 27 year old Canadian by the name
of Leonard Cohen was certainly doing something, though the nailed down
quality of what it actually was seems to be up in the air.
In one telling, Cohen went to Cuba because he was “fighting on both
sides.” In another, he went because of “a deep interest in violence. I
was very interested in what it really meant for a man to to carry arms
and to kill other men – and how attracted I was exactly to that
process.” And in the the third, he went, he got drunk (on rum, Cuba
libre, or mojitos, quien sabe; déjame en paz y me deja escribir),
spent his time with late night movie operators and hookers, was woken
up by an official from the Canadian embassy, taken to said embassy,
and politely and firmly informed that his mother was worried about
Ira Nadel – the biographer quoted above – explains: “Wearing his
khakis and carrying a hunting knife, he was suddenly surrounded by
twelve soldiers with Czech submachine guns. It was late at night and
they thought he was the first of an American landing team. They
marched him to the local police station while he repeated the only
Spanish he knew, a slogan of Castro’s: Amistad del pueblo, ‘Friendship
of the People.’ This made no impression on his captors, but after an
hour and a half of interrogation, Cohen convinced them he was not a
spy buy a fan of the regime who wanted to be there.”
Richard Fariña, (born April 30, 1937?, New York, N.Y., U.S.—died April 30, 1966, Carmel, Calif.), American folk singer and novelist who, with his wife, Mimi Fariña, played a significant role in the folk music revival of the 1960s.
Fariña studied engineering and literature at Cornell University and reputedly served with the Irish Republican Army in the mid-1950s and later briefly with Fidel Castro’s guerrillas in Cuba.
On April 30, 1966, two days after the publication of his novel, Fariña attended a book-signing ceremony at a Carmel Valley Village bookstore, the Thunderbird. Later that day, while at a party to celebrate his wife Mimi’s twenty-first birthday, Fariña saw a guest with a motorcycle, who later gave Fariña a ride up Carmel Valley Road, heading east toward the rural Cachagua area of Carmel Valley.
At an S-turn the driver lost control. The motorcycle tipped over on the right side of the road, came back to the other side, and tore through a barbed wire fence into a field where a small vineyard now exists. The driver survived, but Fariña was killed instantly. According to Pynchon’s preface to Been Down…, the police said the motorcycle must have been traveling at 90 miles per hour (140 km/h), even though “a prudent speed” would have been 30 miles per hour (48 km/h).
Walpurgis Night is the English translation of Walpurgisnacht, one of the German names for the night of 30 April, so called because it is the eve of the feast day of Saint Walpurga, an 8th-century abbess in Germania. In Germanic folklore Walpurgisnacht, also called Hexennacht (Dutch: heksennacht; literally “Witches’ Night”), is believed to be the night of a witches’ meeting on the Brocken, the highest peak in the Harz Mountains, a range of wooded hills in central Germany between the rivers Weser and Elbe.
In the United States, Walpurgisnacht is one of the major holidays celebrated within LaVeyan Satanism and is the anniversary of the founding of the Church of Satan.
The Church of Satan is an international organization dedicated to the religion of Satanism as codified in The Satanic Bible. The Church of Satan was established at the Black House in San Francisco, California, on Walpurgisnacht, April 30, 1966, by Anton Szandor LaVey, who was the church’s High Priest until his death in 1997.