Done Time In The Lock-up, Done Time

Western Ears Have A Hard Time Hearing Anything That Isn't In Four-four Time. A Lot Of Cultures Experience Music In Five-eight, For Example, Five-four.

I Don't Think There's A Good Excuse For Being Unhappy. I'm Not Particularly Unhappy, But I Know What Pain Is. I Think That Life Is Characterized By Pain, Partly. Part Of The Way You Can Tell You're Alive Is By How Much Pain You're Experiencing, Or How Little.

If You Can Create A Reality That Is Entirely Fictitious, It Doesn't Owe Anything To This Stuff Out Here, But You Interact With It On Your Own Terms. I Mean, If You Took It To The Point Where Finally You Get, Say, Tactile Feedback, So You Were Wired In In Terms Of The Whole Nervous System. The Sensorium. You Would Have The Ultimate Art Form. I Mean, Any Painter Would Want It, Any Filmmaker Would Want Access To It You Know, Any Musician Would Want Access To It. It Would Eliminate The Need For The Divisions Between What We Describe As The Arts, Converting The Whole Thing To Experience.

But Hey, When You Live In Watts, You Need A Little Smack To Get By, You Know What I Mean? You Need Something Soft And Comfortable In Your Life, 'cause You're Not Going To Get It From What's Around You. And Society Isn't Going To Give It To You.

There's A Need For A Ritual And For Real Joy And Real Bliss. Real Fun.