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PRE THANKSGIVING SHOW BEST OF WINTER TOUR

In what proved the best show of the winter run, the band stood out and the crowd did even more. Who knows why such things occur...we only know they do and we can only stand and wonder when they do. Some thanks is due to the enthusiasms and participation by the folks there in the room. At times the sound seemed to swell and come back on us in a way that further amplified the ‘goings-on’ that were ... going on

Music, et al., is such a difficult thing to analyze that we can’t even bother trying. It would likely detract from the process - Heisenberg’s Uncertainty Principle at work. If you can think of a Black Hole as a positive thing, then you can make an entrance into the event horizon with none but the slightest fear. After all is said and done, Rock & Roll SHOULD be a trifle dangerous, yes?

Transversing into Deeper Space and Extra-Virgin Sky in the innocent township of Falls Church, Virginia, near the capitol of empire, the band emerged into a charged atmosphere of extra-luminal capacity and gave a tantalizing preview of the ends that the band is prepared to go to next year.

To all of us AND them, as Tiny Tim once remarked, “Bless us, everyone.”

JEFFERSON STARSHIP SAVES UNIVERSE ONE MORE TIME
Well, Somebody Has To Do It 
M. Balin Is Quoted
Superluminal Links
Prove Fortuitous
     Returning home to Florida momentarily, Marty Balin reflects on Airline Security as he was a ‘profile in courage’ at the alpha moment of the recent winter tour.

Airline officials briefly detained his ass at a Florida aerodrome as he was embarking on the first leg if this FTL Sunday Blu(fasterthanlight) adventure and he was forced to miss the first show of the tour in Lancaster, Pennsylvania -- Amish people of all stripes mourned his absence, as did his bandmates. 

His ‘Beta’ contributions, however, were magnificent, as usual and he shone on such new/old works as “Young Girl es,” “Blues From An Airplane,” and “You’re Bringin’ Me Down.” as well as newer gems such as “City Lights”.

 
There are pale ships in the woods
hidden there in the trees
Tall masted schooners
waiting there in the forest
You must cut them, burn them
hone and curve them
make the forest sail
across the world
to Mandalay
to Oz
to Andromeda
NEWS OF THE DAY

 

• A recent Heisenberg-like note from our road trip:

Chris pointed out to me that when Bush recently signed the Airline security bill just a while back he scribbled his name with a flourish then at the end he dotted something with a further flourish...

!!!???!!!

This caused my mind to leave my body in a moment of near superluminal, escape velocity, black hole event horizon, tachyonic acceleration

talk about 'transport'

 

 

More DASH
This is a poem that Lou Hotz reads at many of his speaking engagements. It was written by Alton Maiden who played football at Notre Dame in the mid 1990's. The reason I like it so much is that it serves as a reminder of how one should look at their actions over a long term period. I think it is a nice way to end my page of personal interests. 
"THE DASH" 
- Alton Maiden
I've seen death stare at me with my own eyes in a way many cannot know.

I've seen death take others but still left me below.

I've heard many scream of mother's cries but death refuses to hear.

In my life I've seen faces fill with many tears.

After death has come and gone a tombstone sits for many to see.

But it is no more than a symbol of a person's memory.

I've seen my share of tombstones but never took the time to truly read.

The meaning behind what is there for others to see.

Under the person's name it read the date of birth, dash, and the date the person passed.

But the more I think about the tombstone, the important thing is the dash.

Yes, I see the name of the person but that I might forget.

I also read the date of birth and death but even that might not stick.

But thinking about the individual I can't help but to remember the dash,

because it represents a person's life and that will always last.

So when you begin to charter your life make sure you're on a positive path.

Because people may forget your birth and death but they will never

forget your dash.

 

Song Lyrics By Request
EPIC #38
WHAT ARE THE PIPES A-PLAYING FOR SAID FILES ON PARADE WHY DO THEY SHAKE THE DARKNESS WITH THEIR SOUND? WHY ARE THE DRUMMERS ROLLIN' ON TO CALL US HERE AGAIN WHO WILL THEY TAKE A WAY THIS TIME AROUND?

I CAN FEEL THE HURRICANE AND I CAN SMELL THE SUN
AND IF I HAD MY WAY WE COULD TRY ONE.
SO GATHER IN ALL YOU KNEW WHEN YOU
     THOUGHT THAT YOU WERE YOUNG.
STAND BEFORE THE WALLS AND SING! SING

AND IF YOU THINK WE'VE COME NOWHERE AT ALL THINK ABOUT WHERE WE WERE JUST TEN YEARS AGO ALL OF US MOST EVERYBODY LOOKIN' JUST LOOKING FOR A HERO.

ALL THE TIMES THAT WE KNEW.
ALL THE WAYS THAT WE GREW
IT'S JUST A FARAWAY AN ALIEN HIGH
IF IT DON'T COME THROUGH TO YOU,
THAT EVERYBODY EVERYWHERE IN THE
WORLD MUST AGREE
THE TIME IS SO RIPE FOR LOVE LOVE
CLEAR LOVE

IN THE HAZY AFTERNOON WHEN THE PEOPLE RUN AROUND

IN THE HAZY AFTERNOON BY THE CITY GATES

BEGGARS ON THE STAIRS WEAVIN' YOUNG CHILDREN IN THE HAIR

OF THE SHY YOUNG LADIES.

LA, NA ... etc.

DO YOU FEEL YOUR MIND IS BENDING TWISTING TURNING TOO

DO YOU SOMETIMES FEEL THEY'LL RUN YOU CRAZY

GO AND LAY YOUR HAND INTO THE HAND OF A FRIEND

ONE AND ONE IS TWO TIMES MORE THAN YOU.

AND EVERYTHING THAT YOU CAN DO FOR

SOMEBODY IN THIS WORLD

AND ALL THE SOUNDS THAT RUN AROUND

IN YOUR MIND MY BABY

TAKE 'EM ALL PUT 'EM IN YOUR LIFE

HOLD IT UP TO THE LIGHT AND LET IT SHINE.

TAKE IT ALL IN YOUR HANDS

TAKE IT IN YOUR HANDS AND HOLD IT TO YOUR EAR

MUSIC IN THE SHELL

DANCE AROUND THE WATERLINE

IN YOUR LIFE YOU CAN UNTUNE THE SKY

EVERYBODY EVERYWHERE IN THE

WORLD MIGHT FEEL

ANOTHER LANGUAGE WITHOUT READING

YOU CAN HEAR WHAT THEY SING

ALL NEEDING LOVE

ALEXANDER THE MEDIUM

WHEN THE TIME DOES COME NEAR AGAIN
WHEN THE DAY DOES SEEM CLEAR AGAIN
MAKE IT IN THE NIGHT TIME
THE DREAM ENDS IN THE LIGHT TIME
ALL OF YOU COME AWAY
JUST A BOW SHOT AWAY
LET ME TELL YOU ‘BOUT A STORY NOW
A TALE OF GLORY AND POWER
AN’ I DON’T EVEN KNOW YOUR NAME BUT I THOUGHT
I’D TELL YOU ALL ABOUT IT JUST THE SAME
WE ARE ALL CREATURES OF FAME LIGHTNESS AND LIBERTY
IN THE DAYS OF THE OLDEN TIMES
OF ANCIENT LADIES AND MARITIME SPLENDOR
PRIESTS OF KARNAK AND THEBES
COULD WALK THROUGH THE OCEANS AND THE SEAS
& WHEN THE PYRAMID SHE WOULD SIGH
THE WATERS STREAMED FROM THE SKY
THE OCEAN YOU KNOW SHE IS YOUR FRIEND
YOUR BROTHER & YOUR SISTER JUST AS SURE AS SIN
PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE WATER
REST YOUR FEET ON THE SEA BLACK SEA
YOU DON’T HAVE TO LET YOUR BODY DIE OH NO NO NO
YOU CAN COME BACK AGAIN IF YOU TRY
   IF YOU TRY
   IF YOU TRY
THIS SONG WAS MADE THEN BY YOU & ME
A BILLION YEARS BEFORE THESE OCEANS ROLLED
OH I CAN SEE YOU BURNING BRIGHTLY
Y’ SHINE LIKE SILVER LIKE SUN GOLD
AN’ A HUNDRED YEARS FROM TODAY
ALL YOU PEOPLE WILL BE GONE AWAY
DOWN INTO THE HEART OF THE SEA
BACK TO THE TIME OF WONDER WHY YOU & ME
AN’ I DON’T EVEN KNOW YOUR NAME BUT I THOUGHT
I’D TELL YOU ALL ABOUT IT JUST THE SAME IF YOU
LAUGH REAL HARD YOU WIN THE GAME - HANDS DOWN
BE FORE OL’ ALEXANDER ‘TWAS JUST THE SAME AS NOW TELL ME,
CAN YOU SMELL THE BLOOD OF FAME LIGHTNESS & LIBERTY

 

2002 Song Additions and Request Line
Here’s a list of possible songs from ancient times that I’m thinking of adding to our collection for next year
sometmes based on your requests
sometimes based on ours
Rejoyce
Silver Spoon
Dance With The Dragon
Dream Motorcycle
Come Up The Years
Sunfighter
Let’s Go Together
High Flying Bird
I’m On Fire
Millennium Beyond
Which Side Are You On
Windows Of Heaven
The Witcher
Kisses Sweeter Than Wine
Four Strong Winds
When Love Comes
Mariel
Madeleine Street
Girl With The Hungry Eyes
Lightning Rose
Connection
Wild Tyme
Watch Her Ride
Two Heads
If You Feel (Like China Breaking)
The House At Pooneil Corners
Million
Harp Tree Lament
Lay Down Your Weary Tune
Go To Her
Fast Buck Freddie
Parchman Farm
Play On Love
Keep On Truckin’
Stranger
Modern Times
I Came Back From The Jaws Of The Dragon
Hold Me
That’s The Bag I’m In
The Dolphins
Everybody’s Talkin’
Come Back Baby
Trial By Fire
Twixt Two Worlds
Cruisin’
Dream Motorcycle
Emergency

 

Any I might not be remembering? Requests
...and all that
ball’s in your court
As well, possible new songs and unrecorded coming along >>>>
The House Of Taura
Santy Anno
Teaching The Computers To Dream
The Next
The Kiss
Only One You
City Lights
We Flew Away

 

Jefferson Mailbox
• Hi:
When I was a street vendor of my local "underground"
hippie-dippy newspaper back in those ancient times, a fellow
vendor ran off a bunch of those BATE booklet back pages and
handed them out with the papers he sold...
I'd hope that someday PK & Co. would get the rights, et
al., to put all that LP jacket/liner note/grafic/booklet
stuff on line or in a coffee table book, etc...
Just more thoughts from a neighbor...

Best Regards! John B. Krug
• Anna Flaherty (Little Star Sister) wrote:
Hey all, just wanted to let you all know how the Fuck Fear thing went
over at school. I made a patch out of a cotton tee shirt and put it on
my backpack where it could be hidden by my back while I was walking down
the halls, and turned away from the teachers during class. I know, I'm a
big wimp. Unfortunately, I only had a blue fabric marker at home so I
had to borrow a red one from the school's costume room for detailing,
and while I'm outlining FUCK", the tech teacher comes in (he doesn't
like me), and says "Anna, just what do you think you're doing?" Uh,
nothing? OH well, I'm not in trouble. Just gotta be more careful next
time.
Remember everyone, FUCK FEAR!
Peace,
Anna
 
• message from Slick Aguilar
Paul:
I have a few friends coming out to the Bay area and need a place to hang for a day or 2 till their housing is ready. I'm attaching a pic so you'll know them when they arrive.

Thanks,
Slick

click image to enlarge

 

• On a Greyhound bus headed who knows where, three strangers meet and
> > start conversing about the recent worldly events. The strangers were of
> > varying cultures. One was Native American. Another was a cowboy from
> > somewhere out west. The other person was a devout Muslim. During their
> > conversation, they began to discuss their cultural history.
> >
> > The Native American stated "once my people were many, now we are
few."
> > The Muslim then chimed in and said "once my people were few and now
we
> > are many."
> >
> > The cowboy looked at the Muslim and said with a sly grin "that's
cause
> > we ain't played Cowboys and Muslims yet." 

 

• A couple of redneck hunters, Clifford and Bubba, are out in the woods when suddenly Clifford falls to the ground. He doesn't seem to be breathing, his eyes are rolled back in his head. Bubba whips out his cell phone and calls 911. He gasps to the operator, "My friend is dead! What can I do?" The operator, in a calm soothing voice says, "Just take it easy. I can help. First, lets make sure he's dead." There is a silence, then a shot is heard.....
Bubba says, "OK, now what?"
 
• Subject: Hello again Date: Sun, 28 Jan 00:43:01 -0500
From: SFplanet
if you go in will you ever get out-
that is the ever present fear
to take or not that first step into an unknown futureemmmaaaa
living on the edge
you will meet Bathsheba in disquise someday-if you run she will be
waiting
for you
if you need to remember that everything cannot
will not be controlled
I've been drinking gold and dreaming of dark ones with eyes of silence
and
black space
not the ones who have the blue heavens streaming through their minds
the dark ones waving strands of starlight in their hair

January

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WRITINGS

"The Dream Simply Isn't Over" *** Ralph J. Gleason

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Happy Thanksgiving, everyone. Here are some excerpts from the column I wanted to share. For those who may not know of Ralph Gleason, he was a mensch -- an honest & graceful
writer, & a jazz & rock critic who fell in love with the Jefferson Airplane right from the start, & fell hard: doing everything he could to make sure people knew how incredibly good they were, and wouldn't miss seeing them. When he died in June of '75, Marty said: "There would've been no Jefferson Airplane without Ralph Gleason. He was the guy who put it across. And I miss him." (ROLLING STONE, 17 July 1975, p.47)
Me, too. I thought it'd be good to have him here with us.
These selections are from his PERSPECTIVES column that ran in ROLLING STONE on October 28, 1971 (p.56).


***** THE DREAM SIMPLY ISN'T OVER *****
by Ralph J. Gleason

"Here we are now a full five years later and the Airplane is roaring away with a big hit album and the good old Grateful Dead are a big pop group, with singles and albums and a following in Middleamerica you can't believe. 
"What a long strange trip it's been, indeed. Winding, twisting, turning, leaping, slippin' and slidin' but always going forward, not at all like Sisyphus, even if sometimes like the tortoise.
"There have been strangleholds and full nelsons and all kinds of flashy TV wrestling holds as well as a lot of dirty, just plain dirty, fighting but it does not seem to me that anything has really set back the force of the music or the educational function it fulfills or the feeding of the
souls of all of us, which it does so well.
"At times it has looked -- the world around us -- as if there was no hope at all. When that bleak view predominated and some event came down like Altamont or the other disaster
festivals, or even the regrettable internecine quarrels of the Beatles, it looked for a moment there as if what we had believed in had turned to dust -- we won't be fooled again.
"But it hasn't turned to dust. Not as I see it. The fragmentation and withdrawal into special groups does not now seem to me to mean what it looked like it might come to mean, that the community existed no longer. That we were truly alone, each of us, and that no longer was there that invisible, tenuous linkage spread out everywhere, surfacing now and then at the Human Be-In of 1967 or Woodstock or wherever, to let us know it still existed. There was a pause, all right, and for the length of that pause it did seem as if the dream was over. 

"But the thing is, as time is showing, that we each face our own dream, our own problem, our own selves and that when we say we won't be fooled again, we're not talking about a prophet who told us what the world was really about, damned the agents and their superhuman crews, then bought apartment houses and saw a blue moon on the way to Israel. That betrayal exists only in the paranoia of those who cannot feel and who cannot see in their own heads the vision
of the dream. They are really only spin-offs of the Rubber Dubber psychic Weathermen trying to draw blood with art and we never did need a weatherman. We always knew which way
the wind was really blowing...
...

"The choice is to live or to die and to live is to love. There is no other way. All the hate has to be
regurgitated and the mind and soul cleansed of every bit of it to make it on through. There is a purity I hear shining through Van Morrison's songs that has not been present so obviously since the early days...

"Somehow the feeling grew that it really was all over, that the dream had truly ended and that it was a dream in the first place and not reality. When Bill Graham petulantly closed Fillmore East, Life magazine called it the death of rock. But they wanted rock dead, as has been perfectly obvious from the way they have treated it all along and before rock, the way they treated jazz, which they also declared dead times beyond counting. The Times really went the same route. The TV news did not surprise us; we expected that. But the printed media seemed somehow to
have, by its very granting of space, declared a vested interest and when they said the dream was over (thus assuaging the feelings and calming the minds of all those Grandma Frickerts across the country) for a minute, there, we went for it. We won't be fooled again... 

"In the past couple of years, we have been deafened by the noise of those who have been screaming about the pop stars' opulent life, about Grace Slick's car, Dylan's wealth, the Beatles' luxuries and all the rest. OK, all those effete, luxury-ridden, sybaritic pop stars did more to
help those starving Indians than all their detractors. Was the Bangla Desh benefit or a Weatherman bomb more useful to humanity? "I don't know what the Cassandras of rock wish for us. I know what the media wants, that's simple. They want it to go away. But the only thing I can find that lies beneath the critics' moaning, is the fact that more people now hear and dig the Band than did when they were the Hawks. And I really don't see what's wrong with that.
"No, the state of the soul of the community is always calculable by the songs of the realm and right now the songs of the realm are exceedingly good. They please the ear and they please the mind. They are retained in the memory and they ring in your head long after the radio or the rig is off. They come at you out of unexpected corners of your thoughts, are sparked again by shadows and shafts of sunlight and the very process of living through a day brings
a dozen of them into your mind. "Above all, they make you feel good. Really good,
because they say it over and over with infinite variation -- 
that the long strange trip has not been in vain. That we shall, indeed, be saved from the mechanical society and that it is better to live than to die. Go ride the music."
 

Paul2All

here's a bit of fluff that you all might enjoy

HEALTH NEWS The Straight Dope On Food, Health & Exercise
Q: I've heard that cardiovascular exercise can prolong life. Is this true?
A: Our heart is only good for so many beats. Everything wears out eventually. Speeding up your heart will not make you live longer;  that's like saying you can extend the life of your car by driving faster. Want to live longer? Take a nap or watch some TV.
Q: Should I cut down on meat and eat more fruits and vegetables?
A: You must grasp logical efficiencies. What does a cow eat? Hay and corn. And, what are these? Vegetables. So a steak is nothing more than an efficient mechanism of delivering vegetables to your system. Need grain? Eat chicken. Beef is also a good source of field grass (green leafy vegetable). A pork chop can give you 100 percent of your daily allowance of vegetables.
Q: Is beer or wine and vodka bad for me?
A: Look, it goes to the earlier point about fruits and vegetables. As we all know, scientists divide everything into three categories: Animal, Mineral and Vegetable. We all know that beer and wine and vodka are not animals, and they are not on the  periodic table of elements, so that only leaves one thing, right? My advice: Have a burger and a beer and enjoy your liquid vegetables.
Q: How can I calculate my body/fat ratio?
A: Well, if you have a body, and you have body fat, your ratio is one to one. If you have two bodies, your ratio is two to one, etc. 
Q: At the gym, a guy asked me to "spot" for him while he did a bench press. What did he mean? 
A: "Spotting" for someone means you stand over him while he blows air up your shorts. It's an accepted practice at health clubs; though if you find that it becomes the ONLY reason why you're going in, you probably ought to reevaluate your exercise program. 
Q: What are some of the advantages of participating in a regular exercise program?
A: Can't think of a single thing, sorry. My philosophy is: No Pail-No Pain.
Q: If I stop smoking, will I live longer?
A: Nope. Smoking is a sign of individual expression and peace of mind. If you stop, you'll probably stress yourself to death in record time. 
Q: Aren't fried foods bad for you?
A: You're not listening. Foods are fried these days in vegetable oil. In fact, they're permeated in it. How could getting more vegetables be bad for you?
Q: What's the secret to healthy eating?
A: Thicker gravy.
Q: Will sit-ups help prevent me from getting a little soft around the middle?
A: Definitely not! When you exercise a muscle, it gets bigger. You should
only be doing sit-ups if you want a bigger stomach. I hope this has cleared up any misconceptions you may have had about trying to live a longer and healthier life.
THE SMOKING LAMP IS LIT
 
BOOK REVIEW
Remembrance Of Things Future 

THE PLANET EARTH ROCK & ROLL ORCHESTRA

by Paul Kantner

Little Dragon Press 367 pages

Reviewed by Zoroastre Turner

 

Out of San Francisco, at the speed of light, comes this mighty masked rider of the plains, and his faithful science fiction odyssey, “The Planet earth Rock & Roll Orchestra” (PERRO). This fledgling novelist does have one of the most spaced intellects of anyone I have ever met.

“Was that composed on the bad or good? (acid),” one fan wants to know. 

“You do have the power in more ways than one.”

The novel, I am told , is conceived as an alternate quantum universe to the one only alluded to in Mr. Kantner’s esteemed previous science fiction venture, “Blows Against The Empire.” “Blows”, I believe, was nominated for the prestigious science fiction accolade, The Hugo Award for the best science fiction recording of the year.

Originally written in the early nineteen-eighties, PERRO is still light years ahead of any earthbound science in the promulgation of FTL (faster than light) speeds as a daily occurrence, telepathy, telemetry, teleportation and tell-your-sister/mother/wife as a kind of advanced, high speed communi-cation. 

And it is a strikingly original and unusual adventure into the mind both of science-fiction and of rock and roll. The combination of the two in this work is nonpareil for its probing of the physics and the metaphysics of both subjects. It is akin to a forging of iron and brass into a superior sword in the Age of Iron. 

This is a work of startling clarity, though subtle in its introduction of incisive viewpoints on the finer arts of physics. As well, it bespeaks a Jubal Harshaw kind of wisdom in a throwback to an earlier era of page-turning, mind challenging sci-fi.

Prescient, that’s all I can say. 

PRESCIENT!!!

Read this book and watch your mind become engaged. This is, indeed,

‘food for the souls of humans in the twenty-first century. I would eagerly give it to my five-year-old daughter, as well as to my eighty-three year old grandfather. It presents that broad of a palette.

It is so visual that it absolutely must be made into a movie....”I

can't wait to continue re-reading......you have outdone yourself!”

writes one enthusiastic reviewer, after a first reading of the original galleys. This book begs for a film treatment. Indeed! It IS a film treatment. In an interview earlier this year, Mr. Kantner has said, “I originally wrote this novel viewing it as a film as I wrote.

Additionally, I was under the influence of Bernard Herrmann (the prolific film music writer of a bygone age, responsible for such atmospheric soundtracks, in truth, such varied filmic/musical master-pieces as ‘The Day The Earth Stood Still,’ ‘Citizen Kane,’

‘Mysterious Island,” ‘Jason And The Argonauts” and ‘Psycho,’ to name a few.” Mr. Kantner wrote as Herrmann’s scores danced through his head. 

Speed of light formulae, science/mind experiments; it all leads one to wonder, to dare, as does the author frequently: “Who says I can’t go faster than the speed of light? ... Fuck ‘em!” And, in the authors own musical lyrica: FYWDW3 (“Fuck You! We do what we want.” ___ ‘Stairway to Cleveland’, from the album ‘Modern Times,’ circa 1980-something) 

Very good writing for a west coast boy. I like it!! I enjoyed this experience to the fullest extent of the law...

Zoroastre Turner is the author of several books, including the recently published, “My Mind Has Infiltrated My Body”, and has been a featured speaker at innumerable science and science fiction symposiums and is a leading light in the neo feminist/non-feminist movement of recent years. She writes a regular column, as well as nationally syndicated book reviews for the Upper Hartford Times Democrat. She currently resides in West Stonington, Connecticut.

 

PERRO LETTERS
Dear Paul:

Thanks for sharing your manuscript with us Fulton folk. I can almost hear the music to the story as I read it... reminds me of a screenplay.

You are definitely THE Bard and a prophet. Your tunes have been a great sound track to my own life.

How about including the 2400 Fulton Street list transmitting in code in the form of weird hippie banter which is undecipherable except to the highest members of Opus Dei?

Always interest in your work.

A tip of the hat to you - Jim C.

Have to read it again....

--- paul kantner <sunfighte5@earthlink.net> wrote:

> J>>>

> thanks for the 'dreamcatcher'

Paul,

You are more than welcome! Keep dreaming the Dream!

>

> The PERRO excerpts are but the beginning

> flesh begins to form as the story goes

 

Okay, thanks. I realize that it is unfinished and constantly morphing. I just want folks who are expecting a novel to know in advance that they have to shift gears slightly, as they are actually going to be reading a screenplay. No problem for most people, I assume! Excellent at any rate! =:-D

> Chapters 1 & 2 should be up on the 

> jeffersonstarshipsf.com website soon

> as well, perhaps, a renegade chapter entitled Shasta

>

> The PERRO 'soundtrack' is available now, if you

> search and I am preparing to release it soon pending RCA hoo-hah...

I will have to investigate further. I don't think that I have ever seen a PERRO recording anywhere, but I will continue to keep my eyes open for one.

>

> one does depend, does not one, on the speed of > imagination

> the 'speed of speeds'

>

Yes! What did they call it in "The Stars My Destination"? Was it "jaunting" or something, where you could basically *think* your way to different parts of the galaxy? I haven't read that book in years, but I think that was how they described it ...

> carry on

>

> Paul

> San Francisco

I will try to, Paul! =:-D

Armadillo,

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Jay

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PERRO Novel so far...WHEW!

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I just got done reading what Paul has released so far...WOW! 

Fantastic story!..."The world has so much good to savor yet so much bad to deal with." & "If music could save the world, then they would've (U.S.Military/CIA) been out of their jobs since 1969!" It reads like it's gonna make a great SCI-FI movie....Thanks Paul, we LOVE you....carry the torch.....You all will be back in the arenas again soon, like back in '82....See you at Jannus' seaplane Landing, KindLion

Subject: My PERRO Charity

Date: Mon, 20 Aug 2001 08:58:14 -0700 (PDT)

From: Jay White Feather <jaywf@yahoo.com>

To: Paul Kantner <sunfighter@earthlink.net>

Hi, Paul,

I hope you are well. I miss your posts on A-Deck and Fulton Street!

I just wanted to tell you FYI that the charity I selected to donate to on your behalf for the PERRO chapters is Doctors Without Borders, the Nobel Peace Prize-winning medical organization. My friend's husband is a doctor currently serving in the field with DWB in war-torn Sudan. He is inocculating (sp?) villagers against various diseases in a refugee camp. He has gotten sick himself a couple of times, but that has not deterred him or dampened his spirit. Paul, I have always admired your commitment to your values, many of which I personally share. I hope Doctors Without Borders is an organization that is in keeping with what you have been trying to say and do for all these years. For further info, please visit:  http://www.doctorswithoutborders.org/

Thanks for the PERRO excerpts, and I hope you will find my comments on the chapters to be fair, and possibly even constructive.

Carry the Fire,

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Jay

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The Final Word

“When you come to a fork in the road ...

Take it.”

___ Yogi Berra

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