Church of the Good Earth 1963 and Beyond

Just thought I'd share a little email exchange between my self and the Chief of our Arizona band of Cherokee

Ranger:

Hmmmm, if I subscribe to your definition does this mean that since my Dad's family was in the Carolinas from colonial days we are 'Indigenous' to not only the Carolinas, but also the USA on both the Cherokee and the Welch/English sides of the family? Hmmmmm...

Chief:

Well, it is not my definition, it is the BIA and The Governments definition.
HMMMMM
I KNOW INDIGINOUS HAS TO DO WITH "THE ORIGINALS" who were here AS THE
USA FORMED..................IF HERE THEN OR BEFORE then, That is the fulfillment of that!

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ok now family uh bill i've been thinking alot about all the posts lately seems to me that we are and will always be the reveloution i think the only change can from what we say and do to everyone we meet or talk to as far a new party i will do all i can to help of course and so willl my family here but have u considered even with a newer movement what about a spilt vote and what about state of seige old boss same as the new boss? Really i'm hoping 2012 will be our downfall maybe then we can build something to last lets face it everthing is screwed pick a subject jobs taxes employment commerce child care how bout the weather pretty out there no to mention all the corparte bussiness how all fucked they are no one knows what the other hand is doing no to mention the banks who steal from everyone all ancient cultures have reached this point and all have fallen due to many factors how arroangance are we to think this time it wont be us. the best we can do i think is be ready for whatever and stay in touch and hone our own skills and teacher the children well to borrow a pharse. I'll of course do what u need me to do on a polictical front since i worke for a major corp but i gotta tell u they are all morons breeding morons and 90% of the folks who come to beach for vacation are clueless and couldnot care less we get over 1/2 millon a summer here and they are mindless just pushing plastic and u can see they dont have a clue espically the way they act and treat thier kids and us.I dont mean to be a fatealist just a realist .i really think obama has the worst job in the world how can a young black man efffect change with all those old white men Really Now nothing has changed with the satus quo has it? Racism is very much alive and so is relucante to change. so to end this rant which really isnt a rant just the voice of the common folk hang tight tighten up lets see whats about to be.

 

It's true Cheryl, we started it, us and many like us of that era, or it came about the same time we were coming out to gather in the streets, to send a message of peace and love through unity for all humanbeings.

Just to be a humanbeing is an honor in itself, the highest level of Creation. There's still work to do. When they started killing us off and stealing our babies we fled to the country where we blended into the woodwork in hopes to find safty for our families.

It worked for some, the ones that lived freely or as free as one can be in a society of intolorence and sheepole.

The Hippie Nation rises from the ashes to go forward ever forward into the Light bringing hope and a new way.

Blessings
cakes

 

Well there it is then, the thread that weaves us all together.
Xes n Os sug
cakes

 

This is the reason that I believe the Canadiens have it right when they refer to the tribes as "THE FIRST NATIONS" and not as Native Americans. No tribe of homo sapiens is native to this hemisphere and those First Nations first came over across the land bridge from Asia.into what is now Alaska and then spread thru North and South America. As with all peoples they originally came from what we sometimes call Eden and sometimes call the fertile crescent etc. it is the reason we are all truly brothers (OK maybe cousins)
ZEV

 

Well now Kenny if you want to do the Casino thang then I would suggest looking at the Story of the Band of the Cow Creek Nation.

That is a story that in fact precipated an award of property based on an old FEDERAL agreement which has been parlyed using the "RULES /LAWS" of the MODERN Government into what has become the Cow Creek Bands CASH COW and also employs a whole lot of folks in the area. Also sums are put aside to help with Educational needs and other things.

And as with all things there are those who are upset with this situation and those who are very happy/

I fall on the side of the HAPPY. Those of the FIRST NATION who were on the land when the Orygun Trail and other things happened including Railroad MOGELS taking the area for ownership displaced those who were there and broke treatys or ignored them. Now, finally, those Original People can produce the needed wampum to survive and thrive in the same place as their ancesters!! And the irony of it all is that the conquers give their money freely and in large amounts to the Human Beings who 150 years ago they tried to eliminate!!!

LOL The wheel turns is amazing circles!! As always my opinion only!!

Peace and love
ww

 

OhMyG or OM iyGod — (OMG)


http://www.nobodyforpresident.org/UnitedStateCafe/uscpage040.html

Ranger! What a trip! You found My drawing that we had printed for a poster for Lisa, Deddie and Eden (Ladies at Night). Unbelievable. And you can use (alt +) to zoom into it and use (alt -) to zoom out. How did you find the drawing that I made in 1975? How in the world? This is a trip! This is almost as good as seeing one of my scribbles in the Goddam Independent. Don't even remember what I did there.

It’s a link on the Nobody for President website, (Wavy Gravy). The United State Café link on that site. Unbelievable. I have only one of those prints left, in my storage space. There’s dozens of other 8 ½ by 11inch posters on that site also. Well worth viewing for old time sake. They’re all unbelievable flash backs as well. All of the family can timewarp if you were still in the Haight in ’74, ’75, or ’76.

Thank you, Ranger! And, Tom, thank you for bringing the subject up! Thanks bros.

Cakes, hey look at the pretty picture that I drew with an EBONY pencil, filling the black solids with a felt tip marker. Fun, huh? You can do some pretty cool stuff if you spend 4 days on one piece of paper. Everybody should try it sometime and see what happens.

My girlfriend loves the drawing that I did from 3 photos of the ladies. As an artist, I love the exacting repetitions of the wallpaper patterns that I did over and over again, and the total difference of the wall’s shade from light at the top to darks. The shading of the wooden rosettes on the frame of the beveled mirror, and the 3 dimensional drop shadows beneath the scrollwork where it says “at” and “THE”. Love it. That’s where we’d write in the Club name. "at THE Such and Such"

Ranger, thanks for posting the link. My Lady tripped on it and so did I. Thanks.

I think that Zev would appreciate this timewrap. Wrapped timespace astrophysics. He signs out with flashbacks. NOTE: There's arrows at the bottom of those web pages that show tons of other flyers from "back in the day". This one image is, like, number 40, in the batch.

Mindwrap! ya’ll, Kenny

 

Hey, Kenny! Hot damn, I remember you now! This is really a contact high if there ever was one! Yeah, I was partners with Roger Hansen, Earl Carrington, Keith Snider and Richard Malerba in the Omnibus, from about '72-'78. It had started as a barebones beer/wine bar (it never did have hard liquor) called "Sound of People", run by Earl and his wife at the time, Carmen. Rog and I were just finishing up at S.F. State, having lived in the Haight for a year or so, and having been frequenting the Sound of People, Earl asked us if we wanted to go into the bar business with him and two other guys (Keith and Richard). Thus, was The Omnibus born.

We quickly got live music going, which really kicked into gear when one afternoon Debbie and Lisa first came in the bar. Debbie, Mouse (Ascension's bass player) and I had all gone to the same high school down on the Peninsula, and she recognized me immediately (from the rear, actually....I was hanging some beer posters over the backbar and she chortled something like "Nice butt" or "what the fuck are you doing here?". I was so happy to see her, as I hadn't for a few years (I was two years older). That's how Ascension became our first house band, and it grew from there. The first eight months or so were pure hell, as we had the SWAT team from Park Station come in the bar EVERY night and ask to see our license. It was basically harrassment....they didn't really want to see any "hippy bars" on the Street after the onslaught of the previous several years. That all stopped one night when two junkies on PCP jumped a couple beat cops right in front of Murio's. Earl and Rog jumped in and beat the jerks with bats, thus saving the cops' asses. The captain of Park came down to thank us personally, and ever after we were gold....the beat cops always stopped by to say hello, and the bar actually became a casual hangout of the then-Sheriff, Richard Hongisto (bet you guys never knew the Sheriff of S.F. was sittin' at the bar when you were rockin' out <LOL>).

As far as "where are they now", Rog is still teaching high school in S.F., Earl and his younger brother George retired and move out into the Central Valley, Keith is still living up in northern Idaho, and, sadly, Richard passed away a year or two ago.....I miss Richard, he was another Groucho Marx, only a much better cartoonist! Some of our other regular crew included the guy on whom the Furry Freak Bros. were probably based, our beloved B.J. Walker (B.J., I can't recall....was he in GE? He lived in the big Cole St. house for some time....he lived with the White Panthers, I thought, though he was not at all political); B.J. passed away some years ago, I heard.....Reggie, the living incarnation of Yosemite Sam, who at any point in time probably had more weapons under his leather jacket or duster than most standing armies (half of which were black powder!); last I saw Reggie, we went out to GG Park for a Jefferson Airplane reunion concert in 1989, maybe just a few weeks before the big earthquake.....that was the last time I bumped into Bill Graham, too....Bill was yelling at two smashed teenagers who made the mistake of complaining about the music while Bill was walking by....Reg and I were over to the side, laughing our asses off, and in between rants, Bill looked over at us and smiled with his inimitable "you know I'm really enjoying this" look....RIP Bill, no matter what they say about you). BJ and Reggie were our standing bouncers. Kevin Magee, my best friend for 50 years now, was one of the other regular bartenders....Kevin's owned and run Bay Books in Half Moon Bay for going on 35 years.

Last I heard, Debbie was living in Fresno, though she may have moved back to the Bay Area. Lisa, at 70 years old or so now, still brings the house down at the Saloon in North Beach, I think every other Tuesday (check the Saloon's calendar on the Web). If ever there was anything to remember about the Omnibus (other than the night Juicy Judy decided she could dance better topless!), it was the music. Possibly (even according to Garcia) the Bay Area's best musicologist, Tom Hobson and his group, Ragged but Right. Nick Gravenites and the REAL Chicago blues. Mike Wilhelm, what can I say? One of the originals who started it all. Jorma Kaukenon even came down a few times to do his acoustic country blues solo. The Hot Licks, Maryann and Ruth, ex Dan Hicks group. And a wonderfully drunk evening with Dan himself ("Here's a little music to eat shit by!") Sleaze....Charles Biscuit Band. And people I can't even remember. You mention Roy Rogers....wow, that guy has been a slide guitar legend forever now. A girl by the name of Roe Holbrook used to play and sing with her small jazz group on Tuesday nights. We had no inkling until one fairly quiet night while they were playing, a distinguished white-haired gentleman came through the door (an improbable event in the Haight, to be sure) and came up to the bar and ordered a Heineken from me. I am a huge Mark Twain fan, and I recognized him immediately. It was Hal Holbrook, the actor, and that was the first we knew that Roe was his daughter. You would have never known it from Roe, who was one of the kindest and most self-effacing musicians I'd ever met. And let's not forget Sunday Jazz Jam....we'd open at noon and go non-stop every Sunday with rotating jazz ensembles for 14 straight hours. I heard some seriously awesome chops when I worked on Sundays, and my love of jazz continues to this day. There was some serious blues and rock n' roll and jazz in that tiny bar, and I sometimes wish I could catch up to the sound waves still blowing through the Universe just to hear it again (unfortunately, I don't think we ever really did any recording there, and that's a crying shame).

By the way, I wrote a long piece over on the "1090 Page St." thread in response to something Cakes said....she recalled an incident in 1974 between the Panthers and the S.F. SWAT team, but mistakenly thought it was at 1090. It wasn't, it was right next door to the flat I shared with Earl and Rog, and I WAS THERE! Read the story for a hippy, trippy flashback to the summer when Patty Hearst was kidnapped! Talk at ya later!

 

Wow, Zen.

You got me trippen. I think it was Eden who told me a short story about B.J. one time. I didn't drop in to the Omnibus much cause I didn't drink much back then, lived over the hill (Not Close) back then, and didn't make copious amounts of money then. But whenever I did drag in off of the street and have a beer, B.J. was usually standing at the bar. From the very first time, he was my local bar anchor. My down home contact. Didn't know anyone else there, but B.J. knew me and I knew B.J. Anytime that I walked in on my own in an afternoon on Haight Street (without hauling the group gear) I would grab a stool next to B.J. and chew the fat with him. We always jived.

So, later on, I got told a story, (an ancient Haight Asbury Saga). Seems that it was just one more afternoon at the bar, with the usual suspects all hanging out at the bar. Says, a rookie cop who commuted in from somewhere out on the other side of the Oakland hills, walked in all cowboy with a brand new badge attitude and started to pull rank by I.D.ing everyone in the place. Course B.J. was a big guy so he's going to be second or third on the list. Right?

The story as I got told was that the SFPD guy jacked B.J. and then (it seems that he didn't have any I.D. on him for whatever "Real" reason) B.J. jumped back with, "I'm B.J., and there ain't a person (30+ people) in this bar that don't know who I am. And they can all I.D. me and all vouch for me as to who I am, and if ya wanna take it before a judge, then the judge can talk to everybody here. And who the hell are you? And I never seen you in our neighborhood before. Where did you come from?

Everybody was staring at the single cop and the guy kind'a backed out of the bar slowly.

That's what I was told. Maybe it was Ranger that told me the story, but it might have been Eden.

So, anyhow: http://www.nobodyforpresident.org/UnitedStateCafe/uscpage040.html

And Lisa's like 70 'er more? God Love Her. She the Flipping best. I adore her as a person. Overwhelming. The straightest arrow that you could ever know, 'cept fer Cakes.

The Saloon was my late '80s — mid '90 haunt. Love that place. Either that or Spec's. Usually Spec's cause it was a shorter walk. Is Huck still the bar keep at the Saloon? Or do you know?

Did ya know that Lisa Kindred's name is on back of that old Buffalo Springfield album that has a ton 'o names on the back of it? Last I heard, and it was a million years ago, Debbie was out in the central valley like you say. I think happily settled and maybe happily married. She's so cool. God, I hope she all blissing on something, Debbie certainly deserves happiness.

Hadn't seen Debbie in LONG years. Eden, the Same. Thank you cause now I can fly into SFO anytime now and go BS with Lisa on the Schedule. That's a brain warp to know.

So, did you ever get the legendary rumor that in the early years, Debbie did guitar lessons with Jerry? Like Palo Alto? 'Er somethin. Best student? Er somethin. I did get told that somewhere along the line, but I never worried about it enough to bother to ask any of the principals who where involved. Like Debbie, for instance. I just hope that she doing well. What an awesome guitar player.

So, you and I are in the ZUn. We should maybe hook up and BS. ?
It's Totally Great to see you back. Click on my name and type out a personal note if you want. Same with Ranger. Just Click on his name.

 

Hey Zen do you remember Red Headed Candy, Happy, Sharon, Rocky? Candy had her baby there back in 74 and Cody is his name.

Peace and Love ALL
ww

 

Debbie, Mouse and another girl by the name of Wendy all went to the same high school I did, but two years behind me. All three of them sang backup vocals on the Dead's Aoxomoxoa album, which was recorded (by Bear!) at Pacific High Recording down on the El Camino in San Mateo (our hometown, jokingly referred to back then as the center of the universe! well, halfway between S.F. and Palo Alto, halfway between Kesey in La Honda and the Haight, what else would you call it?). It was during that time that Debbie and Mouse hung out with the Dead, and, yeah, Debbie got a lot of playing time with Garcia (Deb's solo rendering of "Mountains of the Moon" would bring tears to your eyes). With the various reincarnations/reiterations of the Dead since Jerry passed, I've always been a little surprised that she and the remaining members have never hooked up. Nobody could do a cover of Jerry's style better than Debbie...nobody. She fucking channeled him, but always put her own imprint on the final output. But she could do those same soaring, superclean-picking arpeggios, that same style of playing that made Jerry instantly recognizable. I wish like hell I could hear her play again.

I remember one night she and I got out of S.F. and went slumming down in Redwood City. We went into a rock bar....band was playing, not all that hot. They go on break, Debbie asks the band if she could sit in for a number or two. Band gets back on stage after break with Debbie workin' a borrowed Strat. I'm in the crowd, with these doofuses in front of me laughing and making disparaging remarks about "a GIRL on rock guitar?" You have to understand, that wasn't all that common in '74....and, after all, it WAS Redwood City! I lean over into these guys' conversation and say, "Oh, yeah? Watch this!" The band dove into a basic blues shuffle and Debbie commenced to work her magic. She just blew the room away....I'm laughin' watching the expressions on the crowds' faces...it was utterly satisfying. At the end of the first number, the crowd was fucking cheering. They'd really never seen a chick play like THAT! Hell, I'D never seen a girl play like she could, and it was just a gas to see her prove her point, time after time.

 

B.J. Walker was larger than life....literally. For those of you who never met him, he was a Haight St. regular. He looked EXACTLY like Fat Freddie in the Furry Freak Bros., with a handlebar moustache and super springy curly hair sticking straight out....250+ lbs of muscle, beer belly and good livin'. He always had a slew of what I called "Tales of the Old Hippy"....he'd been a roadie and bouncer just about everywhere on the planet, or so he would tell you. But he'd just regale you for hours (as long as the beer was comin'!), and you'd be laughing your ass off the whole time. But he was nobody to mess with, not ever, the main reason he was our bouncer. He had one expression that was totally B.J.: whenever some overly drunk jerk would get out of hand, B.J. would first try to calm him down and work him to the back of the bar and out the door. But there were those times when the jerk didn't get the memo, and start giving B.J. some shit. B.J. would just stop, look at the guy quizzically, and say, "Well, CUT LOOSE YOUR WOLF!" At that point, you knew the jerk was one punch away from calling it a night. RIP B.J....I hope you're at the front door of Heaven's bar when I finally leave this earth.

 

WoW.. What a wonderfull story. I knew BJ, he was a mountain of a man.. esp to my 5'1 1/2 inches. I think I have written a small piece on an incedent that took place in the Om, in the back pages of this forum.

It was over a misunderstanding, a jelouse GF thought I was messin' with her man, but acctually I was just steadying myself n put my hand on his shoulder, as I was trying to make it across the dance floor to the ladies room.

When I came out of the ladies room, I made it over to the bar and sat down and order a beer. BJ was the beer tender and served me my beer. I went to take a sip n someone grabed my shoulder n turned my barstool and started getting in my face. I had no idea who it was or why they felt they could do that to me. I stood up n pushed her outta my face n her big ole BF started at me, so now I was really on the defence n just about then the big ole boyfriend raised his arm to hit me so I pulled out my switchblade n sliced him across his arm as it came down.

Next thing I know BJ is behind me n pulled the knife outta my hand n it sliced my hand open n I had to get stiches. Well there was a family meetin' cuz I cut the dude, Stacey n BJ came to Underhouse to find out what my side was n I explained to them where my head was at. They dediced after hearing my side that I was only protecting myself and gave me back my blade.

It became a joke after that. Every time I'd stop by the Om BJ would ask me if I was packin'. We both would laugh. He was a fair man. The dude I sliced n me became friends after that, he would show the scar on his arm to ones that got too rowdy with me.

cakes

 

Sounds like Cass.

 

I know Cass, it wasnt her but Deddie Doughnut and her BF Ed Crummy. I did however almost kick Cass's ass's when she stoled my welfare check but someone held me back, it was probally for the best cuz I had Flame On and woulda hurt her. ya know ya can take the shirt off my back, steal my smokes but never ever mess with my kid.

I have mellowed with age, like a fine wine I rarely ever kick anyones ass anymore.
I hope I dont have too, it takes too much energy that I need for other things.

Wish it would rain.. lost all our crops and my flower bed have bit the dust also, the peaches were dry and the grapes shrivlled up.. danged heat is awful, sold off most of the chicken, we're done with trying to make a farm when nature is on such a roller coaster ride. Where's the Balance?!?

cakes

 

Greetings one and all and thanks for having an open and enlightened group. My religion is laughing, living and loving. Can I make you a convert? Have a great day and stay greeeen.

 

Here's what works for me. I go outside to the sky. I open myself up, and then I invite the spirit of the element. Honestly beckon her with love and sincerity. Call her to you. Smile out loud. Open you.

But it helps if you know her name. She'll hear you, and like any independent women, she'll decide what she wants to do. Of course, what does rain really want to doing? Really?

And while you're out there you might want to ask her sister wind to bring her to you a little faster. Not too fast. No tornadoes. A nice breeze. A happy Maria. A happy Tess, come to play. Welcome.

If God okays it, it will (happen) come to you.

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from - Paint Your Wagon

They Call the Wind Maria

A way out here they got a name
For rain and wind and fire
The rain is Tess, the fire is Joe
And they call the wind Maria.

Maria blows the stars around
And sends the clouds a’flyin’
Maria makes the mountains sound
Like folks were up there dying.

Maria, Maria,
They call the wind Maria.

Before I knew Maria's name
And heard her wail and whinin’
I had a girl and she had me
And the sun was always shinin’.

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May you be smiled upon. With love.

 

I seem to remember Debbi telling Eden and I about pursuing Jerry until he would give her lessons. If you watch her play you see a lot of Jerry's moves and mannerisms.
http://goodmedicinemusic.com/

 

Debbie was better than Jerry. Jerry was fabulous but Debbie has more skill/ mechanics, color, intense thought and focus, and flare and creativity. What Jerry had was many more people to be experimental with and a long history of playing off of them and jamming with them. And Robert Hunter to write the songs.

I've always thought that the Dead should go out and find Debbie, offer her way too much money to say NO to. Rehearse, Reform, and go back on the road. Debbie could blow the Deadheads little brains away.

Better yet. She should have her own "Tribute" band. She'd make tens of millions. I'd volunteer to be the manager.

Scorpio Kenny

 

Kenny, so tell Debbi, you have the link. I'll second you and so would Tom most likely. Heck get her to come here and read the last few posts starting with Tom's first.