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MONDAY, DECEMBER 1, 2014

Here's some questions and answers from and to Tana Oshima, Knight Affiliate,
Stanford University

Hi, Tana, here we go.

A couple of days ago I talked with Gwen Davis, who used to hang around with Kesey on Perry Lane. Do you know her?

Never met her. I was at Stanford in the fall of '58 till May, '59, and spent a lot of time at Perry Lane with Kesey and his wife, although I had my own place behind whiskey gulch, out by the 101. In May, '59 I went into the Marine Corps as a 2nd Lieutenant, having been In Naval ROTC. Kesey stayed at Stanford another year, having received a Stegner Fellowship. That first year in the class neither of us had the fellowship and we were admitted to the class after submitting stories we had written.

2. What was it like on Perry Lane?

A real bohemian scene, rustic cabins connected by paths through vegetation and trees, artists and muscians and grad students lived there and they got together at each other's places to drink wine, share meals and talk deep shit far into the night. Kesey, being the robust physical and mental character he was, attracted a steady stream of like minded men and women. Roast pig barbecues in front of the house. Basketball games on the street, a hoop and backboard nailed to the big oak tree. Loud music and loud talk. The Beat Generation slowing down and a new generation picking up the beat and taking it to new places.

3. Is it true that you came up with the name "Merry Pranksters"?

Yes. By then Kesey had moved to La Honda up on the ridge between Palo Alto and the ocean. The same group that had become regulars at Perry Lane were coming up there, all good friends. LSD had entered the scene, thanks to Kesey liberating a bottle of pills from the VA hospital in Menlo Park where he had worked for a while as an aide. It was 1964 and Kesey's second book, Sometimes A Great Notion was coming out and there was a publication party in NYC scheduled for the end of June. Kesey and a bunch of us were going to go. I had just gotten out of the Marine Corps, after doing a year in Vietnam, flying helicopters. One night, Kesey and I had gone to the coast to look things over while the rest of the group stayed at his house, in the yard, sitting around a fire. When Kesey and I came back, Mike Hagen yelled, "Who goes there?" and I replied, "Tis I, the Intrepid Traveler, come to lead his merry band of pranksters across the land, in the opposite direction of the pioneers, our mission, the obliteration of the entire nation, meant figuratively of course, blow their minds, not their buildings."

4. To what extent were the Merry Pranksters ahead of their time? It seems like you guys were the pioneers of psychedelia and the hippie movement (in terms of drugs, free sex and freedom in general).

That is a popular myth but the reality was that we, along with many others, were riding a wave. We didn't create the wave, we were lucky enough to be among the first on the wave, their were many who rode that wave and Kesey said once sometime in the 70's, "and that wave is still going. It's all the way to Kansas by now." Of course the wave continued all the way around the globe and now the whole world has been psychedelicized. When asked if he still took LSD, Kesey replied, "Don't have to, we're like Pavolov's dogs, all you have to do is bang on the side of the bus and we beging to hallicuinate."

5. What did you learn from Wallace Stegner and other professors (Malcolm Cowley?) at Stanford?

The year I was there, Wallace Stegner didn't teach the course. Our instructor was Dick Scowcroft, a great teacher who knew all the nuances of writing and passed them on on to us. He woud read a story in class and we would discuss it. The beauty of that class, due to the great people who were in it, was that we never harshly criticized one another, nor got into arguments, nor tried to one-up anyone, instead with Scowcroft's guidance, used the time to enrich our knowledge of writing and to increase our skills. We have remained friends ever since and every triumph of one of our classmates has been a triumph for us all.

6. Why did you take 45 years to publish your book? Did you keep working on it throughout all these years, or was it finished and it just sat there?

I started writing my novel, Who Shot The Water Buffalo, when I was in Vietnam. I recognized it was a place rich with material and I used the war and the people and the country as a setting for a fictional story about the pilots and men of a Marine Corps helicopter there in 1962 and 1963, right at the beginning before everything blew up. I sent the book to Sterling Lord and when we took the bus to New York in 1964 met with him and he gave me some good advice how to make the book better. I took the book home with me but never got around to working on it because by then we (Kesey and me and the pranksters) had become movie makers. We filmed the whole bus trip and began editing it with the goal of having it come out on the big screen. Unfortunately we got arrested (double meaning), busted for pot at Kesey's house, which put a kibosh on the editing and we never got back to it until the nineties when we learned video editing on the computer and did part one and part two of the movie and released it on VHS that you ordered from our website. Never did part 3 because Kesey died. After that, wondering what to do now, I got out the old Vietnam novel and whipped it into shape and it came out in 2011. I was the last one in my class at Stanford to get published. Now I am working on a book about the adventures with Kesey and the Pranksters called, Cronies. It is not a memoir and not fiction but something else, a legitimate literary form, called a burlesque, which is defined as, "An historical occurrence embellished with inventions and exaggerations." It's a long hard slog but I keep plugging away.

7. Young people today, especially Stanford students, don't seem too prone to experiment in life. They seem to prefer the safe path to success, which is a material and social success. Sometimes that also means they don't ask themselves deep questions about who they are, where they come from and where they're going. What would you say to them, if they were your students?

Put down the phones, they are the lastest in a long line of drugs that are designed to keep you hooked on cyberspace. They are, of course, good tools, but don't dawdle, get on, do what you need to do and get off, back into meatspace. Can't knock everyone on this for there are many many who work on keeping fit, eat the right foods, get out into nature, party with their friends, marry, have kids, continue the line that has gone down since the beginning. The main thing we are fighting (aside from gravity which is pulling us down all the time, ever notice how many people have frown lines and not laugh lines?) is advertisement, beckoning to us from every direction to buy this or that which will remove all your anxieties and self loathing with potions and lotions and pills and cars and houses and furniture, well, forget all that shit, dance and sing and shout hallelujah I'm alive I'm solid I'm all everything God gave me to be and I'm going to enjoy every minute of this (now, don't say, miserable) life, just the way I am, wonderful me. Oops, what's this spare tire around my middle?

Be of good cheer.

Ken Babbs



 
SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 23, 2014

Now it's winer banging on the door, let me in, let me in, no way, Jose, you gotta stay
out there with the wild animals and dormant trees while we luxuriate in a warm house
kept that way by the bounty of firewood provided by the generous trees that sprout and
grow and get old and topple over and say, come cut me up.



Went over to Jay Smith's house with my wood splitter and we split up a huge load of thick
chunks that were stacked next to his house. Serious business.



Split and stacked, let's have a beer and be proud, not to mention, warm, eh Jay?



The woodsplitting and stacking duo.




Ken Kesey died in 2001. Here he is as a young boy with his mother, Geneva Kesey.



A journalist wrote this in 1966, two years after Sometimes A Great Notion was published.






The latest qestion and answer session has been moved to has been moved
to another page loaded with questions and answers. Click on:

Q AND A



MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 29, 2014


My Marine Corps helicopter squadron fellow pilot and good buddy from 1962-63
is restoring one of the helicopters we flew in Vietnam. We inherited the chopper
from the squadron we replaced and the helicopter was passed on to the other squadrons
whose patches are shown in the pic, all the way to 1965 when the helo was turned
over to the South Vietnamese Air Force and they flew it until 1969. It eventually
ended up in a grave yard in Oklahoma, was bought by a guy in Oklahoma who
donated it to Bob Fritzler and his restoration project.

The white patches in the photo cover over a hundred bullet holes in the old bird.

To learn more about the chopper and about the restoration there is a website where
you can get all the details. Also a donation page where you can push a button to
donate.

H-34 RESTORATION




SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 13, 2014

Here's a snippet of a longer number I did with the band Woodknot at
Cougar Mountain Tatberry Jam a few years ago:

Feathers Will Fly




TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 1, 2014

End of the summer vacation for students and teachers. But here in Oregon
September is always a nice month, what Kesey called, our second spring.

Speaking of Kesey, I received an email from a guy in Florida doing an article
on Kesey (actually on Kesey's book, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest) and
he emailed me some questions. Here's one, with my answer.


 What do you think is the legacy of Mr. Kesey?



A double sided coin, one side his great writing and the other side his living art.
The word showman is very close to the word shaman and Kesey was both. He
said his greatest work was the bus because it wasn't art written on a page or
shown in a movie but was art out amongst the people, living art. This is the
artist part of his legacy. The human part is his humanity to his fellow men and
women. He summed it up by saying, "People in the know know what sets them
apart is their knowledge that the carrot is better than the stick, that mercy comes
before justice and the only compass you can trust is love to guide you down the
mean streets of money mad America and, remember, the most important thing
is be kind."




MONDAY, AUGUST 25, 2014

I did an interview for CNN for the ten part series they were doing on the Sixties.
I was in the final episode, number 10 entitled Sex Drugs and Rock N Roll. I told
them I didn't know anything about that and they laughed. You can still see the show
on repeats on CNN and also on Youtube.

Here I am on the show, all gussied up with my hair slicked down and my face
powdered.



Here's the regular me which the day of the interview I was going to look like
but my handlers (ha ha) wouldn't let me, durn.





MONDAY, AUGUST 18, 2014

Obviously, I've been off the website for a long while, even off of the computer,
gone on a long trip (by airplane, ha ha) and back to catch up on everything
around the homestead. Deep into it, might be a while longer before I get on
the website again.

Meanwhile, it was brought to my attention the last few days have been the 45th
anniversary of Woodstock, but it wasn't any big deal to me, just wait until 2019,
the 50th anniversary, that will be a big deal.

Here's a pic of me and son Simon at Woodstock, watching a puppet show.

    



MONDAY, JULY 21, 2014



Hay is in the funky hay shed, now must cover with a tarp, save the goodies for winter.

         

Lest we forget, like the squirrels, must prepare for winters storms, so here's
oak all split up now, been sitting in rounds for a year, got out the hydraulic
wood spliter and went to work. Now to stack in the woodshed.




SUNDAY, JULY 6, 2014

FORTA 14 A RESOUNDING SUCCESS

  
photo by Ray Sewell



Three generations of Babbses bringing in hay bales used for benches
on the Fourth of July. Son Isaac, Father Ken, Grandson Lukas.

  

         The B Boy Band, Simon, (George Walker), Eli, O.B. and KapnKen.



FRIDAY, JUNE 19, 2014

There's a beaver in the creek, havent't seen him but he's been
chewing down the volunteer cherry trees alonside the drive,
downed three so far, drops the trees across the drive, I have
to go out with the chainsaw and the riding mower and the
trailer and cut the trees up. Here's some shots of yesterday's
mayhem.



Cow likes the leaves. I put some fencing around the remaining trees.






SATURDAY, JUNE 7, 2014

Happy to report my riding lawnmower is up and running again,
found out it was the clutch safety switch gone bad. I taped
the plunger in making the switch work all the time. Got a new
switch on order.




SUNDAY, MAY 31, 2014

My old trusty riding lawnmower quit on me. Something in the electricals
I figured, one of those danged safety on/off devices, supposed to protect
me from getting off the mower with the blades still turning. I looked in
the manual and found two such gizmos, one operated by the clutch, the
other operated by the blade on/off lever. Manual faked me out. From the
looks of the drawing the gizmos were in the back, under the mower.



So I spent an eon or two jacking up the rear end and blocking it so it wouldn't
fall on me when I was under there but double dang, couldn't find the switches
anywhere. Finally looked at the engine and there they were, on either side
of the battery. Did all that jacking for nothing. Then the battle was to get
the switches off. Once that was done, too late in the day to do any more, so
now must go to my mech pal and look through his junk box, see if there
are any replacements I can use. Stay attuned.





THURSDAY, MAY 29, 2014

What to my surprise when I went out to get the paper this morning
I found this blocking my way across the bridge.



Nothing to do by hie back to the house and get the chainsaw. My wife
has to get to work and this job must be done post hastey.



Okay, got the branches and trunk cut off at the edge of the bridge, now
to drag the debris off the brdge.



Just in time for the car to cross the bridge, after I get the chainsaw out
of the way.



Another surprise. I thought the heavy rain yesterday had loosened the
roots and the tree toppled over. It toppled all right, chewed through by
a beaver. A beaver! A beaver working along the creek. Oh happy day,
a real live beaver, and this, the beaver state, and the beaver a big beaver
from the size of those chips.



TUESDAY, MAY 27, 2014


My loyal 74 pickup truck, a little battered but not too beat, wood hauler and
hay carrier and general all around farm truck, took a nose dive. I neglected
the oil requirements and the engine seized, that is to say it overheated and
froze up.

Much to my surprise, where once there was a surfeit of Chevy 350 engines
now they are scarce and expensive. What to do? Went on Craigslist and
found a beat up truck with an okay engine. Bought the truck and now the
plan is to put its engine in my truck and send the beater to the scrapyard,
should be worth a couple hundred.

   



                       
SATURDAY, MAY 24, 2014


Went to L.A. to do an interview with CNN for a ten part special they are
doing on the Sixties. They wanted me for the final episode: sex drugs and
rock and roll. I told them I didn't know anything about that but the Sixties
is a two-sided coin and the other side is love peace and happiness which
I can expound upon for two or three hours. Worked out most of the
interview was about Kesey and the Pranksters and the 1964 bus trip to
Madhattan and back, plus some hardballl questions about what the
legacy of the Sixties is.

Interview went great, the crew (and it was a lot of people, all young) was
great and when I was done I walked the beach from the Santa Monica pier to the
Venice pier, got wet and sand slogged when I stepped into a sinkhole, but
my clothes dried by the time I reached Venice and from there I went to the airport
and much to my delighted surprise, Keith Hornsby, LSU student and
basketball player, son of Bruce Hornsby, sat next to me on the plane,
making it a quick flight as we gabbed the whole way.




FRIDAY, MAY 2, 2014


Here's a blast from the past, a 15 minute mashup of Lovelight and The
Other One, done by the band Woodknot performing at David and
Amanda's place in Lorane, Oregon on May Day many years ago,
how much wood would a woodknot knot if a woodknot would not
wood, yers truly on yak and bone celebrating The First of May,
the first of may, outdoor screwing starts today.

The number is good because of its rawness and storytelling and
the whole thing has a dynamite ending. I evened out the sound so
everything is clear. Listen to it here:

https://soundcloud.com/kapnken/mayday1



THURSDAY, APRIL 24, 2014

Took longer than I thought to get all the photos from Easter into the computer
but here they are, a celebration of innocence and joy seeings how it took place
on 4 20 and there were many and varied takes on the conjunction, but locally
we did the usual: climbed Mt. Pisgah, the roundtop between Eugene and
points East, then descended to the pavilion at the bottom for potluck, another
neat conjunction, this time of words.



Here, in the parking lot, Kit Kesey and son Hendrix in his bug proof backpack
carryall, are ready for the climb.

 

I was the straggler, lagging behind, and when we approached the top, the rest
of the gang was coming down. Liz and Eileen encouraging me on.

 

Here they come, Bill Thompson and his dog. Sheryl Thompson and
Taylor Thompson and Taylor's girl friend (can't remember her name).

 

Zane Kesey and Jay Smith, a pause for the cause, 'cause they like to look.

 

The monument atop Mt. Pisgah that was commissioned by Ken Kesey and
cast by Pete Helzer, with a relief on top of the mountains directly East and
prehistoric shells and leaves on the sides, two vertical slots through the
monument, one (shown on the right) where the rising sun comes through on
the Solstice and the other where the setting sun shines through.

 

At the pavilion at the foot of Pisgah, during the potluck, talking to Geneva
Kesey, Ken Kesey's mom, now 97, no longer able to climb the mountain and
has had to pass on the mantle of oldest to make the climb to me. I also copped
a second medal: the turtle award for the slowest to make the climb.





THURSDAY, APRIL 17, 2014

Her bag is bursting out all over
The cow is mooing for relief
Her calf is chomping at the bit
Can't wait to suck upon her tit
(to the tune of Spring is bursting out all over)

 





SUNDAY, APRIL 13, 2014

Took time off from doing the income taxes to go to the Kesey exhibit Friday
evening at the Springfield Museum on Main Street in downtown Springfield. A
fine exhibit with pictures and writeups of Kesey's life from childhood in Colorado
and Springfield, high school in Springfield, college at the University of Oregon, and
later life on his farm in Pleasant Hill, Oregon. Also were the pages of his Jail Journal
played on a TV screen. A good crowd with aged pranksters in attendance, students
from Springfield and South Eugene high school, old and new friends and the bus
Further, parked outside, aglow with fresh paint and L.E.D. lights moving along the
top and bottom of the bus.



Here's the puppet Kesey performed with prior to the musical play
he wrote called Twister that had its first showing at the Eugene Armory.
The puppet's name is Blinky and is the reincarnation of the original
Blinky that Kesey used while in high school and college, doing his
ventriloquist act.



Four characters in attendance, Sunshine Kesey, Zane Kesey, Paul Magid (of the
Flying Karamozov Brothers) and Ray Sewell (of Chez Ray and G.D. coffee).



Outside the museum, Zane Kesey, Kapn Ken, Paul Magid and Ray Sewell.



SATURDAY, APRIL 5, 2014

Meghann Cuniff, a writer from The Orange County Register, came to Eugene
and interviewed me for her newspaper which is in San Juan Capistrano, where
I lived for three years while I was in the Marine Corps. The article came out
on April first, so there is a suspicion I am this year's april fool.

           

Fifty years ago, a young Marine returned home to San Juan Capistrano and started
to write.

In a modest home off Ortega Highway, with the blinds drawn to block the California
sun, Ken Babbs poured his memories of Vietnam onto paper, crafting a story about
a young Marine pilot and his helicopter buddies meant to highlight the absurdity of a war
he’d seen firsthand.

Then, he went on a cross-country bus trip and lost the manuscript.

For the rest of the story, click on:

                            REGISTER ARTICLE



                                                                   
TUESDAY, APRIL 1, 2014

Being gone for a week, helping my wife take care of her mother who fell at
home and broke her elbow and gashed her skull. Had an operation on her
elbow and stitches in her scalp and now is in a nursing home recovering and
doing physical therapy to get her healed and her strength up so she can go home
but looks like she won't be able to live on her own and certainly can't drive
any more.

Weather was rainy all week until Saturday when we deemed it good enough
to go to the ocean and walk on the beach and I went in the water up to my
knees and then, walking back to where we parked the car, the sky turned
black, the wind blew hard and the rain came down and we got soaked and,
when finally in the car heading out, lightning was hitting all around us. Very
exciting.

      



MONDAY, MARCH 25, 2014
THE '92 FIELD TRIP

In 1992, late August, time for the 3rd Decadenal Field Trip, Jerry Garcia was sick and couldn't
play so the Grateful Dead cancelled and Kesey changed the venue to his farm and we nicknamed
it The Swamp Romp and built a stage and food and drink vendors set up and we had auditions
for poets and musicians, Ann Waldman and Robert Hunter were the headliners and the climax
of the day was Kesey performing The Sea Lion, a Northwest Indian story he wrote, Kesey dressed
in costume, the event filmed by Gus Van Sant, I wonder what ever happened to that footage.



Robert Hunter, pics by Dean Yeonas



Bus parked at the Swamp Romp, Neal and Jack pictured



Grand musical finale, everyne doing Gloria



THURSDAY, MARCH 20, 2014
THE VERNAL EQUINOX
MORE CAR BIZ



This is the way the left side light looked on the old battered front end from numeros run-ins
with hard objects, everything wired and glued and duct taped and caulked together and
working okay till I took my car to a pal to get the brake master cylinder replaced and
after that was done and the brakes bled, they still weren't working right for me so he said
let me try it and backed up a ways, then went forward and put on the brakes and the pedal went
right to the floor and the car continued down the incline heading for the rear end of a
new SUV he was working on and I yelled hit the parking brake and he did but too late
and he swerved to the right and my left side mirror hit the bumper of the SUV.



He wasn't happy. He said I'll fix the master cylinder and buy you a new light but I said
way too expensive, get it at a junkyard. He gave me a ride home and a week late said
he got the master cylinder fixed, there was a rod inside he didn't have centered, but he
also said he was leaving for D.C. and hadn't been able to get another side light. Is OK.
I caught a ride to my car, left a check for the master cylinder work on the seat of another
car sitting in his yard and went home to search for a light on the inernet. Found one and
ordered it but when it arrived, I had got the wrong light. No sweat, I can make it work.

   

Wel, what the hell, it works. I bought some aluminum colored paint and soon as
we get enough sunny days in a row I'll paint the whole front one solid color and
keep on trucking, er, cruising.



SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 22, 2014



"A lot of people wouldn't know they are alive unless they have photos of themselves to
prove it-from the cradle to the grave-actually. Everything in life, directly or indirectly,
has a great degree of mystery...It's really difficult to define anything. What's slow can
speed up. Love can turn into hate. Peace can turn into war. Pride can turn into humility.
Anger to grief. How would you describe a chair, for instance-something you sit on? Well, i
t's more than that. You can sit on a curb, or a fence. But they are not chairs. So what
makes a chair a chair? Maybe it's got arms? A cross has arms, so does a person. Maybe
the chair doesn't have arms. Okay, so it's a post or a flagpole. But those aren't chairs.
A chair has four legs. So does a table. So does a dog. But they are not chairs either. So
a chair is a mystical thing. It's got a divine presence. There's a gloomy veil of chaos that
surrounds it. And "chaos" in Greek means "air." So we live in chaos and we breathe
it. Is it any wonder why some people snap and go crazy? Mystery is ancient. It is the
 essence of everything. It violates all conventions of beauty and understanding. It was
here before the beginning, and it will be there beyond the end. We were created in it
...St. Paul said, we see through a glass darkly. There's plenty of mystery in nature and
contemporary life. For some people, it is too harsh to deal with. But I don't see it that way."

Sent in by Skypilot John Taby from Pennsylvania who added:

doesn't it remind you of that thing Kesey said about mystery being more important
than the answers?  It seems to me that there are those among us who are not frightened
of mystery, or chaos, but somehow manage to move on further, they are not fools, but then
again they are not cowards either. A strange type of balance is required and they got it.
More faith than sight perhaps. Just type-thinking out loud---over and out.



FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 21, 2014

KESEY FILM NOW STREAMING ON OPB

KESEY FILM




Oregon Experience offers a fresh look at this tie-dyed-in-the-wool Oregonian.
“Ken Kesey” presents rare interviews with Kesey family members, including
his son Zane, daughter Sunshine, granddaughter Kate Smith, widow Faye
Kesey McMurtry and his 97-year-old mother Geneva Jolley. Additionally,
several authors weigh in on Kesey’s writings and antics: Michael Strelow,
professor of literature at Willamette University; Robert Faggen, professor
 of literature at Claremont McKenna College and Kesey’s biographer; and
 Ken Babbs, a Kesey friend, writer and lifelong Merry Prankster.


For the whole story, go to:

KESEY ON OPB




The dumb people are still out there but our job is to love them whilst
enjoying our lives to the fullest knowing this country and we the
people will survive so git out there and feed the hungry, house the
homeless, teach the chilluns, git yer exercise, nuts and berries, fruits
and roots, keep positive thoughts, big kiss to all the loved ones, kesey
is smiling.
--kapnken

Can you please describe the Acid Tests?

The "acid test" was a thinly-veiled excuse
to show samples of the movie
the pranksters had filmed on their bus trip.
Certain unknowns placed a garbage can
full of Kool Aid in the middle of the floor.
The Merry Band of Pranksters was actually a band
playing a form of non verbal communication.
They set up at one end of the hall.
At the other end the Grateful Dead
played rock and bluegrass
and psychedelic wanderings.
Sometimes both bands played together.
Now, instead of Kool-Aid
we're drinking Tang
and showing lots of fang
like Howlin' Wolf sang
Doodlin' a Wang Dang
all dee doo dah day
and wasn't it Ray
who asked what'd I say?
and the dead who answered
no mercy in this land
with skulls buried in the sand
cloudy mumblings and utterings
rainbow spiraled imaginings
and wistful dreams
"spitfurther", they wrote
on a bus of some note
no meaning to denote
jus' reciting by rote
that's all they can tote


What do you think would be good advice for me to give
to students who are completly miserable with their lives
as an alternative to feed your head?

The old sixties coin may be a bit tarnished and the Sex
Drugs and Rock and Drool side rubbed down to where
the lettering is all worn out, but the other side of Love
Peace and Happiness still shines brightly, the lettering
full ridged and fruitful.

Love peace and happiness; extended in practicality to
the simple act of helping one another out, being kind
and generous.

Practice this. Enjoy life. As Cassady said, "No one
was ever happy, angry."







HERE'S AN OLD PAGE OF THE PRANKSTERS
 PERFORMING AT A NEW RIDERS CONCERT




                   RETURN GUANTANAMO TO CUBA









TUESDAY OCTOBER 15, 2013



Lane County will keep the cultural touchstone that is the collected papers of native son Ken
Kesey, including drafts of his novels “One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest” and “Sometimes a Great Notion.”

University of Oregon librarians, like the memorable Hank Stamper, said “never give a inch”
when it came to other, well-heeled universities swooping in, buying the UO-held papers from
the Kesey family and taking them off to Palo Alto, Calif., Houston or some such.

For the rest of the story written by Diane Dietz in the Eugene Register Guard click on;

                                          KESEY COLLECTION




                                     Here's a collaboration I did with James Kinkead. I sent him a recording of me doing some
                                     of my verbal ramblings and he added background. Came out purty
                          good. You can listen here and download it if you want.
kb

 YOUTUBE FROM FORTA 13



                                             CLICK ON
                                            OVER THE HILL


THURSDAY, JULY 18, 2013

Here's a Youtube from the Fourth of July, FORTA 13, done as we are setting up,
Eric Richardson on bass, Lou Crist on accordian, me on trombone, Rudson Shurtliff
on drums, Jon Sebree on congas, Simon Babbs on guitar and Walker T. Ryan on
guitar.



Click on:

SUMMERTIME




SUNDAY, JUNE 9, 2013



         I got to see Bruce Hornsby yesterday. He was playing at the NCAA track meet
at the University of Oregon, before the meet started, on a small stage at
the south end of the field, a grand piano and a small drum kit in place, miked, with
an NBC camera filming, barriers around the stage and on the back three sides, ideally
placed where people coming in the East gate could mosey past and stand and watch.

         Bruce told me he’d be there at eleven. I walked in a backdoor path used by
athletes going back and forth from training areas, said hello to the security lady –
I looked like a volunteer worker for the track meet, white shirt, carrying binoculars,
U of O ball cap, sun glasses – she said good morning and I was inside the gates.

         When I got close to the field a stern looking security guy asked me if he could
help me and I said I was supposed to meet Bruce Hornsby but didn’t know where,
he said, “I heard a piano over there.”

         A piano tuner was tuning the piano. I asked a guy if he knew where Bruce
was and he said he went to the green room but should be back in fifteen minutes.

         I found a chair and sat and watched the fans stream in. I spotted Bruce the
far side of the stage. Taller than the people gathered around him. I went over and
we shook and hugged and the same with his son, Keith, just completed his sophomore
year at UNC Ashville, where he played on the basketball team and was number two
in the country in free throw percentage.




        Bruce introduced me to his drummer, Sonny. When I shook Sunny’s hand Bruce said,
“Remember what you said, Babbs, you don’t live very long, get as much meat as you can.”

         Sonny laughed. I told him, “You know how someone will give you the limp
handshake?” doing it with him. “That’s when you tell him, ‘Get all the meat you
can.’” Doing the good shake.

         I turned to Bruce. “What’s that joke about the trombone player you once
told me?” saying in an aside to Sonny, “I play the trombone, the bone.”

         “The guy says to his ex-wife,” Bruce said, ‘I hate every bone in your body’ –
and in unison Sonny and Keith joined in – “‘except mine.’” 

         When I aske Bruce what he was doing after the gig he said, “Nothing. I
damaged my vocal cords and can’t talk, so I’m laying low.”


       

         Bruce and Sonny took the stage and did a jazzy duet, the communication
between them close and deep, Bruce standing up now and then and gesticulating
at Sonny, both of them grinning all the time, the crowd enthusiastically applauding,
Vin Lanamana, the meet director, presented them with bright yellow U of O ball caps.
The whole set was shown on the jumbotron high above us.
         It was time for Bruce to go to the center of the field and sing the
Star Spangled Banner so we said goodbye for now, to meet again in July when
Bruce and his band come back to Eugene to play at the Cascadia Music Festival
at the foot of Mt. Pisgah.





     WEDNESDAY, APRL 24, 2013

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.

ART SHOW TALK




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/





TUESDAY, APRIL 16, 2013
TAXES ARE DONE AND GONE
HAVE A COW



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



Come on, darling, time to drain the udder, is that an udder delight or what? I'll
tell you what, four gallons a day and that's with the calf taking half.

HERE'S THE WEBSITE FOR OXBOW FARM WHERE MILK AND OTHER
GOODIES CAN BE HAD




FOR MORE, GO TO:

OXBOW FARM


FRIDAY, APRIL 12, 2013

MY BROTHER JOHN DIED A YEAR AGO TODAY

photo of one of John's paintings by Kenneth Roberts

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.





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Here's a short youtube of Los Tres Caballeros (KapnKen, Walker T. Ryan and
Eric Richardson) doing a musical and verbal number called Telephone Fakeout
live at Tsunami Books in Eugene, Oregon in December, 2011.



Kapn' thanks for the hookup. Watched and listened with rapt ears and eyes.
I was taken back back way back to something I read along time ago about Kesey's
elimination match for the Olympics. Given some kind of speed to compete in the
exhaustive pursuit he stood, his brain moving fast faster fast but his body not quite
up to it, he trys to but fails, his wrestling career comes to an end. But he was a stud
of the highest order. A champion rastler indeed. He had a tuff head and was tough
minded as well. The instincts of a lion and the heart of a saint. To you a best friend.
For us a champion. We all were the better for the encounter. The synchronicity of it
all, the sum larger than the parts, brave hearts all. Thanks again Kap'n, for the flash
of thoughts.
Your friend, #43 johntaby shamokinpa "Love Never Fails"   



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$14 includes free shipping in U.S. All books signed.

Phone: 541-345-8986

email: tsunami1@opusnet.com



                     NEW YOUTUBE


Christophe Dreher, on the left, came from Germany a few years back
to interview me. Here's a short excerpt from the interview.

THE BEES


"METALLIC FISH" oil painting by John Babbs




THURSDAY, JULY 26, 2012



This Youtube isn't quite as meshy as the previous one but it's in the same
vein and needs a big broom to clean up the mess.

http://youtu.be/pAShkvmhoGE



THURSDAY, JULY 12, 2012



Youtube of KapnKen and ace guitarist, Don Latarski doing a totally
extemporaneus number called "The Mesh," at the Fourth of July

THE MESH



SATURDAY, JUNE 23, 2012

THE JOHN BABBS ART SHOW WAS A BIG SUCCESS



33 out of 42 paintings sold, all the money went to the college fund of
John's 9 year old great niece. Thanks to all for the help putting the
exhibit on and thanks to New Zone Gallery for great hosting.

I really like my painting I got at the auction yesterday. John's skill
as a painter totally surprised me. The one I got which I think you
called 'reflections'  has metallic gold,  silver and bronze paint underneath,
that changes with the light and as one moves past it.  It has so much
life and liveliness. I am just tremendously  pleased with it and  am
eager to pick up the other one I bought, "Night Fishing".  Tell John
"thank you" for me and I will keep him in my thoughts.
There is a message I think, in all these paintings. It is about
preciousness and clean water and the life within it.  It is also
about precariousness, where one misstep and the you fall in the
water on slippy rocks and maybe lose everything in the rushing
cold river.  Over and over he shows the interplay and the moment
of capture that highlights the shimmery life-water-man thing. 

Thanks for an awesome exhibit.
Cheers,  MG


SATURDAY, MAY 19, 2012

Walker T. Ryan and KapnKen got together to rehearse the song they
would perform at John Babbs's Remembrance on April 21.



You can see it in its glory and glitches on youtube. Click on:

GONE FISHING


WEDNESDAY, MAY 23, 2012



ALL ABOUT JOHN BABBS.
INCLUDING HIS ART SHOW
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JOHN


SUNDAY, MAY 13, 2012

Here it is: an insider's look at the foibles, fiascos and celebrity events of
the Merry Pranksters, still going strong after almost fifty years.



Written in a smometimes humorous, sometimes serious mode by "Sometimes
Missing," a Prankster who was not always there (and is now deceased), this
book describes happenings never before revealed, with philosophical insights
into the workings (and lack of work) of the extended family.



John Babbs was a writer, photographer, painter and fly angler. He was also
the author of Yellow Leaves, a novel of angling and romance.

You can order PRANKSTER MEMOIRS from Tsunami Books,
in Eugene, Oregon


$12 includes shipping in the U.S. Call or email:

phone: 541-345-8986

 email: tsunami1@opusnet.com




John was the younger, smaller, quieter Babbs. In the dedication of his book,
"Prankster Memoirs," John wrote "For my brother, Ken Babbs, whom I've known
all my life, but he hasn't known me all of his." John, like Kesey's brother Chuck,
was On The Bus. Pranksters of the Earliest Order. John's Prankster name was
Sometimes Missing.

 

"Prankster Memoirs" has some great photos of John the Fisherman. Before I
interviewed him about his novel, YELOW LEAVES, John dropped off a copy of
the book with a note, which read in part, "I am available most days - when I'm
not playing basketball or fishing!"

 

John described YELLOW LEAVES as "a novel where romance and trout fishing
intertwine with passionate intensity." Here's wishing John Babbs Great Fishing
in the Great Beyond. Fish on, John!!!

 

Tripp Sommer


HERE'S WHERE YOU CAN GET YELLOW LEAVES


$12. Free shipping in the U.S.
Call or email Tsunami Books.
phone: 541-345-8986

 email: tsunami1@opusnet.com


Let's put faces on these guys who are mining Parvin Butte to the detriment of the
quality of life of the people who
live on and around the Butte:

The McDougal Brothers and Greg Demers.


Parvin Butte photo by John Bauguess

The McDougal Brothers, bought Parvin Butte, right outside of the community
of Dexter and plan to level the whole mountain, taking out the rock and selling
it for a railroad bed in Coos Bay, way over by the coast. They started by clear cutting
the trees, then excavating, without a site review, paying the fine as part of doing business.
The noise is horrendous, the impact on the neighbors' lives is huge, but they care not
a whit, for, to them, like the military, this is merely collateral damage.
The citizens are fighting back.
There is a facebook page: HelpSave Dexter and a website www.SaveDexter.com

FOR MORE ON PARVIN BUTTE GO TO:

PARVIN BUTTE


Here's Walker T. Ryan, ace singer guitarist. Pic isn't from the gig, but by going
to his website you can see a vidie of Walker doing Big Road Blues, live at Tsunami
Books in Eugene on December 16, 2011.


http://walkertryan.wordpress.com/current-videos/




Here's a youtube of Walker T. Ryan doing "Stealing" along with Ken Babbs in
the green room of KLCC studios, Eugene Oregon, December 16, 2011, before
they joined up with Eric Richardson to go live on the air as Los Tres Caballeros.

"STEALING"


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