Thanksgiving

In addition to everything else, I am grateful for great writing, as in this passage i just read in Kevin Boyle’s The Shattering: America in the 1960s:

The headliners at the Trips Festival (San Francisco, January 1966) were “The Grateful Dead, fronted by that Garcia kid who used to hang around Kesey’s house; and Big Brother and the Holding Company, who could have used a better vocalist, if only one were available.”

[For those who are too young – or too old – to remember, Big Brother found a pretty good vocalist that June.]

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[Elden Burroughs]

There is a road, no simple highway,
Between the dawn and the dark of night.
And if you go no one may follow
That path is for your steps alone

[anon]

Wild thing.
You make my heart sing.
You make everything.
Groovy.
Wild thing.
C'mon c'mon wild thing.
Wild thing.