The world fears a new experience more than it fears anything.
Because a new experience displaces so many old experiences....
The world doesn't fear a new idea.  It can pigeon-hole any idea.
But it can't pigeon-hole a real new experience.
D.H. Lawrence
I have learned some great lessons about lawyers.  Now the past few years of doing
deals the lawyers are the necessary evil.  You can work with them and you can work
without them.  There are not many deals you can go into in Hollywood without a
lawyer.  It is near impossible to get one to come on board for less than a $5 grand
retainer.  Then I find after doing deals they are many times the element that hold
up the deals, and you find the lawyers on the other side of the deal are out to
screw you and your lawyer is too busy to really make you feel safe with the moves
you are making.  People have so often screwed each other in Hollywood that no
deal can go down the road without a lawyer...the when the lawyers come in on the
deal everything slows down.

A doctor and a lawyer in two cars collided on a country road. The lawyer,
seeing that the doctor was a little shaken up, helped him from the car and
offered him a drink from his hip flask.The doctor accepted and handed the
flask back to the lawyer, who closed it and put it away.

"Aren't you going to have a drink yourself?" asked the doctor.

"Sure; after the police leave," replied the lawyer.

So trying to be a producer in Hollywood is a balancing act.  You got to "do lunch"
and make all the meetings.  The deal making chess game goes on and on.  Like
each move takes a week.  You make a phone call to make a point in the deal and
they get back to you in a week...then another week goes by before you can get a
follow-up going...  You have a meeting then it is another week before the next meet
can happen.  During this time you have to be able to survive.  If you have a day
job, there is no way to get away for the meetings...there is no way to make the
hundreds, if not thousands of phone calls you have to make.  If you let on that you
have a J. O. B.

As I am going down the road to survive I find a job that I can spend time on the
phone and still be able to make the meetings and "do the lunch" and make the
power breakfast meetings.  An associate has a ostrich meet company...I start
selling ostrich meet to some of the top restaurants in Beverly Hills and Hollywood.
I find how healthy the meet is...I begin to learn more about how "sick" beef is or
can be.  I find out that they are grinding up dead and diseased cattle and they
make a substance that is put back into cattle feed.

I've been rich and I've been poor;  rich is better.
Sophie Tucker

Cannibalism in ancient times may have caused epidemics of brain destroying
diseases like kuru and Creutzfeld Jacob disease, a team of British researchers
suggests.  Those two diseases and the human form of mad cow disease are
believed to be caused by prions, an abnormal protein missing nucleic acid, that
can cause proteins to clump in the brain. The diseases can be spread by eating
flesh contaminated with prions.  "There is extensive anthropological evidence that
cannibalism is not just some rarity that happened in New Guinea," Collinge said.
Other evidence of prehistoric cannibalism includes cuts and burn marks on
Neanderthal bones and biochemical analysis of fossilized human feces.

Down the creative road I took a trip to Roswell, NM
to sell alien T-shirts during the 50th year aniversary
of the space ship crash there and the story of Area
51...My God, there was more press at this thang 
than at the OJ Simpson trial.  I thought it interesting
that that same month the movie Contact came out
and Men In Black, the Russian Space Shuttle had
problems, Hale Bob Comett came by and those 
folks killed themselves...sure had us looking up.

Another way I am making money is going out on the
road with the Grateful Dead and helping a buddy of mine that does their T-shirts
sell these shirts in the parking lot on Shakedown Street. OMG...Fear and Loathing
in the parking lots of America.  More sex, drugs and rock and roll than should be this legal?  It is so much fun it must be legal.  How many nights can you
be so stoned, you can get anything you want at Alice's restaurant.  Beautiful young
(but legal) hippie chicks with tits bouncing under you smoke a dozen
different kinds of pot, you drink some wine, shots of hard booze, take some LSD,
have sex in the back of the van during the afternoon and then do some more drugs
and then have sex in a tent with another girl later that night.  Life is good.

Whole Earth Catalogue and herbal tea.
Tie-dies and long hair
Psychedelics and all natural,
Free love and skinny dippin’,
Mini skirts and bra burnin’
Tune in, turn on and drop out.
Black lights and strobe lights
Green Peace and Black Panthers
Mother Earth News and Indians
LSD and the CIA
Timothy Leary and Ram Das
Ken Kesey and the Merry Pranksters
Jack Kerouac and Neal Cassady
Rainbow gatherings and pop festivals
Flower power and peace signs
Acid rock and the British Invasion
Beads and sandles
Peter Max and Yellow Submarines
animated gif

I read once in the paper a story that some cities like Eugene, Or and Ventura, CA,
Longbeach and other towns tried to get the Dead run out of town.  At the town hall
meetings the owners of the big hotels, the grocery store owners, and the managers
of the 7-11s would come to the meetings and fight for the right of the Dead to come
to town, in that they reported the money was better than Christmas.  All the hotels
fill up, grocery stores have to restock after the Deadheads leave.

"We're home..."   so you pull into the town where the next show is setting up for the
musical trip.  You find the area of town where the band will play.  Head to the grocery
store and stock up on booze, food, bagels to sell in the parking lot, ice, makings for
grill cheese sandwiches.  There was an article in the Fort Worth Star Telegram about
how Southerland Corp., the owner of the 7-11s stores had to chart out the tours of the
Grateful Dead and follow with 18 wheeler trucks to restock the stores after the Dead
left town.

The dead heads then take the makings for whatever it is they are going to sell and
head to the venue to get a good space on Shakedown Street.  The name of the area
of the parking lot where all the vendors set up to sell every thing from sandwiches to
shots of your favorite spirits.  A grill cheese vendor can make $200 to $300 bucks
a day setting on the ground making grill cheese sandwiches on a Coleman stove
and selling them for a buck a piece.

When the Dead did Vegas the first time, and after the
band left town there were complaints and headlines in the paper what problems the
city had with all the went so far as to say that they stayed up all night
drinking and partying...I thought, "Well's fucking Las Vegas dudes."  Even
Steve Winn said that he did not want them back.  They were playing in the fountains
and the traffic slowed down the city.  Weeks later another article came out reporting
that the weekend the Dead came to sin city ended up being the largest event in the
history of Nevada.  It brought in more money to Vegas than the Foreman fight had
brought even said it was bigger than superbowl weekend.  Next thing
you know they are not only inviting the Deadheads to come back to town, but made
a ten year contract with the Grateful Dead to come back to town.  The next year we
pulled into town and the neon signs said

I had a van and would load up 3 or 4 beautiful 
young girls to go on the road with me and help
us sell the T-shirts and crystal jewelry that I had the mornings in the hotel rooms when
the girls had to get to love hippie

hippie pal from the past Yvonne
The idea was to party hardy.  Beyond Ken Kesey and
Hunter Thompson...hey there is Wavy would get to the parking lot and
set up your camp.  Many of the shows where 3 day shows and in the good ole days
you could set up in the parking lot and not have to move until the show was over
and the local cops ran you out of the lot.  So you set up and start the party all day...
then the band plays and you go in and dance you sweet ass off...those don't have
tickets stay in the parking lot and party and party....when the show is over everybody
comes out into the parking lot and the party goes through the night.  Those on drugs
see the sun come up and maybe they sleep some during the day, but if you are a
vendor, you are up early to set up your booth so you can make some money to keep

After the show you pack up your car because you got to drive to the next city...find
a store to stock up and find your place in a parking lot and for 3 days,
and then breakdown and load up and head to the next city to continue the party...
this sometimes goes on for three to four weeks.  It is all about fun...can you survive?
We Will Survive.

back to hollyweird...

People get jet lag...I would get Dead lag.  After all the fun, sex drugs and rock and
roll it was hard to come back to reality, where no one one says, "Have a
nice life."  No hugs.  Life seems hard, people seem bored...and no hugs.  Back to
the lawyers.

After their car broke down on a lonely country road, three men sought a
night's shelter at a farmhouse. The farmer, poor but eager to help them,
said that he only had two beds so one of the three would have to sleep in
the barn.

Immediately, one of the travelers, a polite Hindu mathematician, agreed
and left for the barn.  A short while later he returned and apologetically
explained that there were cows in the barn and for religious reasons he
could not sleep there.

Another of the guests, a conservative rabbi, volunteered, picked up his
bedding and left for the barn. It wasn't long before he returned complaining
that the pig in the barn made it impossible for him to sleep there.

The last of the stranded trio, a lawyer, sighed and grudgingly picked up his
bag and shuffled off to the barn.

Soon, there was another knock at the door. When the farmer answered it,
there were the cows and the pig.

I have another project that I have started passing around Hollywood in addition
to my Kicking Up Dust rock and roll country saga.  Since childhood I had heard
my mother sings some songs by a man know as the "Singing Brakeman."
Jimmie Rodgers is one of the icons of the music business.  Jimmie Rodgers’
legacy crosses over every aspect of the American music scene.  His music
echoes in tunes we hear today as his memory is enshrined in the Rock and Roll
Hall of Fame and the Country Music Hall of Fame, where on his plaque it states,
“The Man That Started It All.”   Known as “The Father of Country Music”, he has
garnished the W.C. Handy Blues Award and is in the Grammy Hall of Fame and
the Songwriter Hall of Fame.  No other entertainer in history can list these ac-

Steinbeck and I went to a party at Willie Nelson's
and I met Jimmie Dale Court.  Jimmie Dale was
the grandson of Jimmie Rodgers.  He had a 
script about his grandfather called MY TIME AIN'T
LONG.  I began a friendship with Jimmie Dale
and started working to help him bring the tale
to the country.  In light of all that this man had
accomplished in history I could not understand
why no move or documentary had ever been
produced about "the man that started it all."

In an article Mel Gibson has described something similar to
what I am going through these past few months in the biz as "schooling"...paying "schooling fees,"
that is why he started Icon was to get where he could work creatively  in the biz with people who
did not "burn" folks. Gibson goes on to say, " Karmic retribution takes its own course. I don't have
to help it. Sooner or later, it's going to visit all of us for past transgressions."

Stay tuned for more on the Jimmie Rodgers southbound train to the cleaners.  So
here I am in La La Land with cowboy projects before Garth Brooks...I am for sure a
Okie, a stranger in a strange land.  I can not help but feel that the great stories about
the pioneers that blazed the trail that led to Hollywood and Nashville had a great story
to tell.  As I would meet pioneers like Patsy Montana, who was the first woman to sell
a million records and still discover how little anybody knew about them, I became
more and more convinced that the saga had to be told.  On time I was doing an inter-
view of Eddie Dean, who wrote "Hillbilly Heaven" and was in many western movies,
started getting emotional during the interview.  We stopped the camera and he told
me, "Sorry just got little choked-up, no one has really talked to me about these old
times for many years."  I thought this was a cultural shame.

As we go lazier beaming through a hole in the ozone I think this country is on fast
forward so fast we are forgetting to look back where this all began.  So there are
great ole legends like Buck Page, Eddie Dean, and Patsy Montana left in the dust.
And I can not help but want to Kick Up some Dust...while I keep eating dust.

MEANWHILE BACK AT THE RANCH...the women are getting killed and the cattle
raped.  Is that how it goes?  I feel like I need to get the Dodge out of Hell...

My Mother, Delsenia May Standley dies...Desiree and I go to Texas.  Life for me
would stay in a darkness till this day...Then my little brother dies of Aids...he is
33, the Christ year.

Warning, it is time for speculation! There are no indications that the function 'awareness' should be
attached to the physical body. Too many reports about people who have felt that they are 'out of
their bodies' seems to indicate that awareness exists independent to the physical body, at least to
a certain degree. There are no evidence that awareness will continue after the death of the physical
body, although it seems reasonable if we accept that awareness can exists outside the body and
travel independent of the body. However, not much is known about these things, and if we listen to
different mystics we get different versions. Reincarnation is one idea, heaven and hell is another,
spiritism in its various shapes is yet another variation of a theme.  Some believes that the ancestors
have some power of  their lives. The castanedian view is rather unique, no  afterlife if you do not
obey the scheme given in the Eagles Gift!  Don Juan

I continue to do lunch in Hollywood.  Sometimes would show up at a lunch meeting
and knowing I did not have the money to pick up the tab...I did play the cards that
I did not call the meeting, so it was not my responsibility to pick up the check.  But,
it was a gamble with hopes that the other party would make the first move for the
check.  If I was really unsure I would give an excuse that I had a big breakfast and
would just order coffee, with hopes they might say...go ahead and get something,
it's my treat.  Or, I would let them order their meal and I would just get a salad,
knowing that with just coffee and a salad and them having the bigger meal it would
be a better chance that they would pick up the check.   Some lunch meetings I
was so worried it was hard to concentrate on what the meeting was about.

My deadhead friend would say...Fake it till you make it..."