The Hammock Papers: The Tubes

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04 August 2023

21 November 2022

Now I want to tell you about a principle that can and will change your whole life, if you will start to use it consciously; that imagination creates reality. Would you like to put it to a test right in this room?

Some people have come in and sat down beside you. These people alongside of you have their handkerchiefs out, dabbing their eyes, sitting there all tense. You're sitting back relaxed. You're enjoying the scenery, the action and all. Why? Because you've already seen the end. You know how it comes out.

This is exactly what happens when you use your imagination to create reality. You see the thing you want, from completion backward. For example -- you've all worked where this has happened -- the boss, in some weak-minded moment, puts on some goof who doesn't know beans about selling. But here he is, sitting in meetings with you experts. "Well, it's beginner's luck," you say. It may be, I wouldn't know that, but I know this, he sweeps competition ahead of him. Why? Because all he knows is success. Our subconscious can't distinguish between the actual experience and the imaginary one, if it is imagined vividly. It will accept the imagined experience and immediately set about to bring it into reality. That's its job, its response. Imagination creates reality.

I have given you examples of the unconscious use of the imagination in creating reality. I'm seeing the thing from completion backward --- and I'll get my share of the business.

13 November 2022

Happy Birthday, Steen

Roger Steen was born on this day in 1949.

"Out of the Business" (Whammy Bar at 1:45) ...

17 September 2022

Happy Birthday, Waybill

Fee Waybill was born on this day in 1950.

"Tip of My Tongue" ...

15 September 2022

Hang.

"Hang care!" exclaimed he. "This is a delicious evening; the wine has a finer relish here than in the house, and the song is more exciting and melodious under the tranquil sky than in the close room, where the sound is stifled. Come, let us have a bacchanalian chant—let us, with old Sir Toby, make the welkin dance and rouse the night-owl with a catch! I am right merry. Pass the bottle, and tune your voices—a catch, a catch! The lights will be here anon."

Charles Ollier, from "The Haunted Manor-House of Paddington"

For best results, listen to this ... The Tubes Group, "Turn Me On"

Love me like you mean it
Make a mess and clean it
Don't you stop 'til I tell you when ...

The euphony transformed me and inundated my soul in a roguish countenance, the likes of which I had know well in younger days. Such impishness soon drove out the complaints of the day.

Umberto Limongiello

21 July 2022

Always.

Bottles of Blue Nun are two for one, the soup is gazpacho and it's always five plays for a buck on the jukebox ...

Sammy Hagar, "I've Done Everything for You" (I wish Sammy wouldv'e been in General Hospital instead of that one guy)

The Tubes Group, "Sushi Girl"

Hot green root sure is boss ...

April Wine, "I Like to Rock" (undo another button on yer shirt for this one, CJ)

Dwight Twilley Band (when Tom Petty was in it), "Looking for the Magic"

Put a paper bag over your head, then sing Ma-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a ...

John Cougar, "Great Midwest" (rip yer sleeves off)

Sorry for the smell ... last night someone left the mop in the dirty bucket and the FNG just spilled the whole thing on the carpet.

07 May 2022

Happy Birthday, Prince

Prairie Prince was born on this day in 1950.

With The New Cars, "Not Tonight" ...

29 March 2022

Moosehead.

Five plays for a buck and frosted schooners of Moosehead are $2.50 ...

Frampton, "It's a Plain Shame" ...

R.E.O., "Easy Money" ...

Utopia, "Rock Love"

Let me be your protection
Keep the vampires off your neck
Sample your wine and
Stay so near that you'll never have a thing to fear
Get thee behind me Satan ...

The Tubes Group, "Prime Time" ...

Kim Mitchell, "Go for Soda" ...

20 April 2021

The Tubes Group, "The Monkey Time"

My favorite song on the Grease soundtrack ...

21 May 2020

Tubes Group, "Turn Me On"

Make a mess and clean it ...

14 March 2020

The Tubes Group, "Only the Strong Survive"

07 October 2017

The Tubes, "Only The Strong Survive"

Plug this into something and turn it up ...

BARRY HINES

"That's why it makes me mad when I take her out and I'll hear somebody say, 'Look, there's Billy Casper there wi' his pet hawk. I could shout at 'em; it's not a pet, Sir, hawks are not pets. Or when folks stop me and say, 'Is it tame?' Is it heck tame, it's trained that's all. It's fierce, and it's wild, an' it's not bothered about anybody, not even about me, right. And that's why it's great.Look, there's Billy Casper there wi' his pet hawk.' I could shout at 'em. It's not a pet, Sir. Hawks are not pets. Or when folks stop me and say, 'Is it tame?' Is it heck tame, it's trained, that's all. It's fierce, and it's wild, an' it's not bothered about anybody, not even about me right. And that's why it's great." (A Kestrel for a Knave)

WOLFGANG AMADEUS MOZART

"When I am, as it were, completely myself, entirely alone and of good cheer – say travelling in a carriage or walking after a good meal, or during the night when I cannot sleep – it is on such occasions that my ideas flow best and most abundantly. Whence, and how, they come I know not ; nor can I force them. Those ideas that please me I retain in memory and am accustomed, as I have been told, to hum them to myself. If I continue in this way, it soon occurs to me how I may turn this dainty morsel to account, so as to make a good dish of it. That is to say, agreeable to the rules of counterpoint, to the peculiarities of various instruments etc. All this fires my soul, and, provided I am not disturbed, my subject enlarges itself, becomes methodised, and defined, and the whole, though it be long, stands almost complete and finished in my mind, so that I can survey it like a fine picture or a beautiful statue at a glance. Nor do I hear in my imagination the parts successively, but I hear them, as it were, all at once. What a delight this is, I cannot tell."

WALT WHITMAN

The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me, he complains of my gab and my loitering. I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world. The last scud of day holds back for me, It flings my likeness after the rest and true as any on the shadow’d wilds, It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk. I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway sun, I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags. I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles. You will hardly know who I am or what I mean, But I shall be good health to you nevertheless, And filter and fibre your blood. Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged, Missing me one place search another, I stop somewhere waiting for you.

MARCUS AURELIUS

"Is your cucumber bitter? Throw it away. Are there briars in your path? Turn aside. That is enough. Do not go on and say, 'Why were things of this sort ever brought into this world?' neither intolerable nor everlasting - if thou bearest in mind that it has its limits, and if thou addest nothing to it in imagination. Pain is either an evil to the body (then let the body say what it thinks of it!)-or to the soul. But it is in the power of the soul to maintain its own serenity and tranquility."

VINCENT van GOGH

"What am I in the eyes of most people? A nonentity or an oddity or a disagreeable person — someone who has and will have no position in society, in short a little lower than the lowest. Very well — assuming that everything is indeed like that, then through my work I’d like to show what there is in the heart of such an oddity, such a nobody. This is my ambition, which is based less on resentment than on love in spite of everything, based more on a feeling of serenity than on passion. Even though I’m often in a mess, inside me there’s still a calm, pure harmony and music. In the poorest little house, in the filthiest corner, I see paintings or drawings. And my mind turns in that direction as if with an irresistible urge. As time passes, other things are increasingly excluded, and the more they are the faster my eyes see the picturesque. Art demands persistent work, work in spite of everything, and unceasing observation."

DAN CAMPBELL