Not in Kindle, for some reason, but here's an excerpt that was in Rolling Stone:
I was snorting coke on Abraham Lincoln's desk in the White House. Yes, that Abraham Lincoln and that White House. A bunch of hairy peacenik dopers from California though we were, it seems that Tricia Nixon, daughter of Tricky Dick himself, was a fan of the Turtles and had requested our presence. Our first instinct: you've got to be kidding! No way in hell!Oh, all the drugs that have been taken at the White House over the years! Someone should collect all that on one webpage... including the 100% uncut speculation.
Yet here we were, our noses vacuuming lines off the surface of Honest Abe's very own workspace.
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This anecdoate will be a footnote on page 7,386 of "The Decline and Fall of The U.S.A." to be written in the year 2543.
By a robot.
That's "anecdote" from the Greek 'anekdota' via French. It originally meant 'an unpublished story,' but once the French got ahold of the word it came to mean 'a secret story.'
I would have bought that book immediately if it had been available on Kindle, which for some reason it's not.
Having read a bit of the excerpt in Rolling Stone, I get a strong whiff of what I'm guessing is the co-author. It's so blabby and dumbed down! The phrase "Tricky Dick himself" is telling.
On the booklet that came with Rhino Records CD of the Turtles' work, one point made was that several of the members were totally turned off at the sight of Lennon and McCartney "weirded out on acid", taking pictures of candles and stuff.
Obviously, some Turtles are more developed than others.
The usual nostalgia.
It's the norm now, Althouse. The Boomer infatuation with its group debauchery is the norm.
Soon to come. The rebellion against this stodgy old fart nostalgia.
This is a WWI era book, according to Carlin.
It's when a fighting person's nervous system has been stressed to it's absolute peak and maximum. Can't take anymore input. The nervous system has either (click) snapped or is about to snap. *
Shell shocked -->battle fatigue (exaggerate the word fatigue) --> operational exhaustion --> post-traumatic stress disorder (gained a hyphen)
Aaaaakkk. I'm going to have a "Billy was a mountain" earworm for the rest of the day!
"It's the norm now, Althouse. The Boomer infatuation with its group debauchery is the norm."
Thanks for the news.
Ethel was a tree growing out of his shoulder.
If you're looking for a Boomer Lady who isn't marinating in nostalgia, check out Lucinda Williams.
I'm a little late to the party with her. She's got a sultry, slutty voice that made me think she was a young colt.
She's 60!
"Yet here we were, our noses vacuuming lines off the surface of Honest Abe's very own workspace."
How the mighty have fallen.
Or, if you want to check out what the young people are doing, this young man, Joey Eppard, is a friend of mine, and he's followed a marketing technique similar in many ways to that employed by the Dresden Dolls.
I've played frequently with Joey's older brother.
I'm not looking for any new music to listen to. I rarely listen to music. I prefer listening to people talk about interesting things or just plain silence with a little ambient room sound.
I occasionally write on this blog about music that I remember, from back when I liked listening to music... enough to risk punishment by listening to a transistor radio with an ear plug at school.
I barely ever even listen to the many recordings of old things that I have and that I like. I just don't spend my time like that.
Reminds me of those idiots jumping up and down on Lincoln's bed when that fat idiot was president. Instead of drugs in the White House, how about a series on clueless liberal douchebags disrespecting important historical figures at the White House?
The act described is grotesquely stupid and self indulgent, and he carries the stupidity a quantum further by bragging about it. He defines bowel and badder incontinence as an act of liberation.
If the Turtles were snorting coke of of Abe Lincoln's desk in the white house then NO WONDER Trick Dick had files on everybody and was monitoring shit.
That is some seriously tacky behavior. It would be bad enough snorting coke off your friends desik while he is out (unless he is a like minded coke sniffer of course). But to do it while invited to the White HOuse?
That takes some balls as well as some serious stupidity. Did they jerk off all over his desk too while they were at it? Did they take a shit and leave it in a drawer?
But also, it undermines the notion of Tricky Dick as this malevolent guy somewhat. Here he is recording stuff at the white house, yet people are snorting coke in the office and no one knows.
Some monitoring! They can't even see the drugged out hippies getting high in the office.
Taking drugs is an American dream.
I had a fine time in the 70s when the drugs in my college town were abundant, attitudes were relaxed (I saw uniformed policemen light up at a house party, people strolled through the supermarket smoking a joint, etc) and no one carried a pistol to a dope deal. I grew bored with it and changed.
For a short time afterward I noticed that I sometimes indulged in slightly boastful nostalgia. "You should have been there this one time....." When I realized what I sounded like to myself I found it repellent. I dropped the pose after thankfully short indulgence. After all, if it was so great there was nothing was stopping me carrying on like a hippy forever. It bored me for good reasons.
The steady stream of "You should have been there this one time..." nostalgia from people who have done little for 40 years but wish they were 19 forever reminds me that I was wise beyond my usual standard when I dropped the pose almost as soon as I tried it out.
I suppose this crap sells. Good for them. I wonder whether more people who were around in those days are buying it or people who might wish they were are the market. I'd bet on the former.
Can you really believe this stuff anyway?
I listen to music all day every day. Usually channel 4 and channel 67, XM radio. Sometimes channel 5. Never channel 6, which is where the Turtles would be.
60s on 6 is a likely stop for me on the satellite radio in the car if I'm in the mood for music, and Happy Together still feels good. I'll listen to Garage or Classic Vinyl or Deep Tracks. I'll shift up or down on the decades channels when the 60s hits the wrong "same old song."
"Can you really believe this stuff anyway?"
No
Yeah, me neither. It's a hoot!
It's even more boorish to make shit like that up. . That's what he wants to brag about?. Snorting coke off Lincoln's desk. What a fabulous life! He wrote a briefly popular rock song and snorted coke in the Nixon White House. Not since Byron has such an adventurous spirit roamed the earth.......Posterity is not the songs you listen to on the radio but the music you put on your iPod.
Remember when Grace Slick was invited to a college reunion held at the White House when Nixon was Pres? She went with Frank Zappa IIRC.
Trivial ---no-one's looking, man! transgressions---, accompanied by dope-fueled sniggering, was all the rage back in the late 60's.
It was nothing more than farting loudly in church, updated.
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