Happy Hippie House Party. “Make New Real Friends.”

"I'll be giving them away to any and all who stroll by."


Even that grouchy old guy that's always looking at us with disgust...


Why is it no matter where you go that same guy is there?

 

Oh, man, I know who you mean. I just smile and nice him to death. Try it it works.

I walked up to him and told him a good joke one time. He's been ok ever since.

I offer him a cold beer.

[As all of us walk into the park.]

 

[Aerianna catches up with us. As we walk on a path though some bushes and trees, you can hear only two drums beating and some distant laughter. We walk into a big clearing and way over to the top of a low gentle slope, with all who are there, smiling at us as we show up.]

Perfect Set-up line for Much More conversations.
LOL

 

Kenny is sleeping on the grass, with his head lying in some very stoned chick's lap, with his hair being stroked, while waiting for someone to respond in the conversation. They all promise to wake me up if that happens. LOL

Everyone there is diggin' on all of the food and the drinks. More people are walking up. And people are passing those trips out to them as they sit down and join with us.

 

Caution... a drum circle it about to break out.

 

A young girl looks up at you and sees you with your guitar, and she smiles so sweetly to you.

She beseeches you with all her heart. "Be, sir, I see that you have a beautiful guitar. Could you Please Please Please play us all something, anything, and maybe sing as well."

Another person explains that they have all been stuck on this hippie hill for the past 40 some years and can't get away. They have been Hearing nothing but drums for 45 years, day in and day out. They have all gone completely insane from drums.

They all scream at once, "GUITAR!" "Please God Save us." "A GUITAR!"

"Make It stop. Please make it stop."

 

I guess I should write a song....

 

Kenny opens one eye to see what the rowl is all about and sleepily smiles in your direction. Then his eye closes as he fall back into a light sleep, half expecting to hear some guitar stings at any moment.

Even pretend guitar strings.
And a make believe song.

 

And Aerianne bursts forth with laughter that has her rolling in the grass for a good 27 1/2 minutes - exactly - no more, no less. :rofl:

 

The ceaseless unmerciful drums go on and on.

 

No, I think I hear a distant flute...could be only me....does anyone else here a flute???

 

Stevie Windwood! Look! Here he comes.

 

Maybe not...could be the wind whistling through my head from all that rolling it back in forth laughing in post #810...either way, it's sounds really pretty...

 

For real??? Aw, man! This day just keeps getting better and better!

 

Yeah. You recognize him. It's Steve Windwood playing a woodwind.
As he walks up, he looks to Tyrsonswood and he nobs to him as if to say join in to the melody and strum with it all.

The whole crowd of hippies jump us and start cheering madly!

And Then…

 

Everyone is waiting for some strumming for any sort. And waiting…
:10
:11 p.m
:12

 

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Jammin'

 

Yes, but are you playing along with, TOO. or just changing the subject.
That sound nice.


R U strumming?

 

hi everybody, great picnic!sorry i'm late. i got lost in the woods on the way.i brought all the smurphs with me.they lov picnics to. ha! ha!

 

In my dreams, yes.