Here's a short bit from the Cronies book I'm working on, in the section of the bus trip of '64.

Here's a neato youtube of the night at New Zone art gallery in Eugene when
I talked about my brother John's paintings. Good shots of the painings with
great musical background.

the youtube of the art gallery talk was done by Hedda, who covers many
activities in Eugene. To see her many works, go to her website:

http://hedda-arts.blogspot.com/

And a calf, as purchased by our daughter, Liz, and parked in the pasture we
fenced in over the weekend.

I celebrated the anniversary of my brothers death by tidying up his grave site and
sending in my income taxes, then had a whiskey and ginger ale, his favorite drink.

Per usual, I'm spending so much time working on book, been neglecting the
website, but on the other hand I've got five fingers, good for working the gear
shift on the riding mower between rainstorms and let's not forget the necessity
of the trombone and the wood splitter. Maybe I can combine some of these
activities.

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Don't know how long it's going to take to get used to the time change but
I wish they would leave it alone. Talk about government intrusion into our
lives. What are you gonna do? At this point all we can do is blast, blastus
smashus, begorgeous and begashus, as Cassady said.

I was interviewed by Matt Reed at the University of Tennessee for the school
newspaper recently.

    

To read the interview, click on:

Been working full bore on my new book, Cronies, all about the adventures with
Kesey and the Pranksters and friends, so the poor website has been pining for
action.

Here's the lead in to chapter three of Cronies:

                                      ON THE BUS

    "The bus was an experience machine. That was what you had
when you went on it, was an experience. Every time you got near it
you started experiencing, hotly."

--Roy Sebern



    The pump don't work ‘cause the vandals stole the handle but
it doesn't matter because papa’s got a brand new bag! Reworking the
old 60's beat. What were Mom and Dad doing when the kids went to bed,
Mister Jones? Not working on Maggie's Farm, that's for sure. I've got
the REAL PICTURES and the AUTHENTIC TAPES and I'll be showing them
and playing them back with no let up and no get up until I've
answered every question, solved every mystery and  explained every
oddity. So lie back and let these oldies but goldies wash across your
brain pans better than two hundred mikes of sunshine daydream dental
flossing you ear to ear with easy listenings...but it's got to have
that EDGE!...starting right this instant and continuing until I've
gone through the fifteen hundred still photos shot by Ron Bevirt, the
forty hours of film and all the sound tapes that were made while
riding ON THE BUS, The Legendary Road Trip of KEN KESEY!...wall to
wall sound...coast to coast tripping...things you won't believe...I've
been humiliated by professional humiliaters, but this stuff makes my
ears turn red.. so, remember, boys and girls, breathe through your
nose....this turf is that strong...natural as hair in a biscuit...don't say
I didn't warn you!

From bus to cow to hay bobba ree bob he covered it all.

Craig Kirland: You mean bobba re "bar bar bar"? Hck ck ckk kk! Was he cow-towing
the bus to the Smithsonian? Leave it 2 a Prankster.

Butt to butt and if they slow down, poke em with the pitchfork, but first a bite of hay
bobba ree bob's your uncle.

Between sets, sitting in the back of Mickey's bus, rehashing old stories and inventing
new ones, at the McDonald theater in Eugene, Oregon, last night, when the Mickey
Hart band rocked the boat.

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SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 24, 2012

Last weekend I was in San Francisco and went to City Lights Bookstore where I found
a copy of my book on the shelf, so with my grandson Dylan to witness it, I signed the book
with an inscription to the reader and put it back on the shelf, no one the wiser until some
unsuspecting reader buys it.