Old Pholktales
PholkTales: Miscellaneous
Hippie laughter, also true of some blondes. Did you ever notice how some people like to laugh after saying something... just to laugh.
Like my ex-hippie mother-in-law for instance, with the dyed blonde hair that gives her the fake eyebrows. She will always LAuGH after talking. One of those chuckles.
For instance "Oh, well dinner is almost ready... huh huh..." or "hey isn't that the PHONE ringing.... ha ha... " and THEN WALK AWAY totally disinterested. Sometimes it's even out of total silence. (imitate)
***Walks over , sits down... deadpan... and Laugh. Then look around to make sure there is nobody watching, find them watching... recognize and fake another laugh.***
Makes me wonder if they are flashbacks . Wonder what that is like... you know, to be sitting there, suddenly see Jerry Garcia floating midair in front of you, melt, reform and turn into The Stay Puff Marshmallow Guy. Then you realize... oh, that was just me. Ha ha.
Nice... that feeling of being there all over again burned in by brain-damaged neurons transmitting memories while frying like that egg on the Say No to Drugs commercial....
Sometimes I get flashbacks from touring with Phish. 27 long, strange trips in 2000. They usually happen in the car at red lights. I remember driving away from every show, OUT OF MY MIND, watching the traffic halt to a stop - some fan had to chase the Big Black Furry Creatures From Mars out of the road. Or telling the driver behind me to get out of my head. No, not from tailgating... he was actually talking to me.
Usually the cop from Terminator 2 appeared JUST LIKE FROM THE MOVIE, patrolling the line of two thousand drunk or stoned drivers.
The Grateful Dead were KIND to tripping hippies back then... you know? I went to see them for New Year's in Oakland, and I don't have nightmare flashbacks about that show because they sing soothing stuff to you, like, "if you get confused listen to the music PLAY.." Or "what a long strange TRIP it's been..." to remind you that you're a raving lunatic on acid at the moment.
Phish, they like to tell it's all real. I'd be seeing things melt and jump out of other people, crystallize, and then turn into a fractal of a million and one of the guy in front of me dancing...
They'd start telling me I was never gonna get out of this maze...(sing the song... and imitate...) They tell you the voices in your head are real, coming from the water in the sky... they play songs entitled the landlady, while sucking on vacuum cleaners into a microphone, and they tell you things like they can smell the colors outside on their lawn.
Sounds like somebody needs to get out more often. Maybe that's why people like me relate to them.
ALL THIS AT THE INTERSECTION OF Broad and Market, as the light goes to green. - Joel B.
PholkTales: Miscellaneous
I was sitting on a truck with some friends at Deer Creek, selling sodas and waiting for the show to start. It was the first night of Phish... and having been there through Phil and Dylan, the party was well begun. (of course I ended up doing July 3 - the end of Fall...FURTHER than ever intended)
Little did I know what was about to befall me.
A cute girl in face paint and day glo (the works) came by at about fifteen minutes to gates and gave me a kiss on the cheek. She also put her hand up about my forehead while I was groping for more and absorbing the lovin. Then she skipped merrily on down the road.
I felt my forehead, it was wet.
Sure enough, five hours later on the lawn while dancing to one of the best Twist Arounds EVER, I sprouted about six more appendages like shiva that entiwined with the colorful appendages of those phriendly vibe colors coming from Trey's tremolo all around.
Just one of the many long strange trips.... - Troy
Hippie laughter, also true of some blondes. Did you ever notice how some people like to laugh after saying something... just to laugh.
Like my ex-hippie mother-in-law for instance, with the dyed blonde hair that gives her the fake eyebrows. She will always LAuGH after talking. One of those chuckles.
For instance "Oh, well dinner is almost ready... huh huh..." or "hey isn't that the PHONE ringing.... ha ha... " and THEN WALK AWAY totally disinterested. Sometimes it's even out of total silence. (imitate)
***Walks over , sits down... deadpan... and Laugh. Then look around to make sure there is nobody watching, find them watching... recognize and fake another laugh.***
Makes me wonder if they are flashbacks . Wonder what that is like... you know, to be sitting there, suddenly see Jerry Garcia floating midair in front of you, melt, reform and turn into The Stay Puff Marshmallow Guy. Then you realize... oh, that was just me. Ha ha.
Nice... that feeling of being there all over again burned in by brain-damaged neurons transmitting memories while frying like that egg on the Say No to Drugs commercial....
Sometimes I get flashbacks from touring with Phish. 27 long, strange trips in 2000. They usually happen in the car at red lights. I remember driving away from every show, OUT OF MY MIND, watching the traffic halt to a stop - some fan had to chase the Big Black Furry Creatures From Mars out of the road. Or telling the driver behind me to get out of my head. No, not from tailgating... he was actually talking to me.
Usually the cop from Terminator 2 appeared JUST LIKE FROM THE MOVIE, patrolling the line of two thousand drunk or stoned drivers.
The Grateful Dead were KIND to tripping hippies back then... you know? I went to see them for New Year's in Oakland, and I don't have nightmare flashbacks about that show because they sing soothing stuff to you, like, "if you get confused listen to the music PLAY.." Or "what a long strange TRIP it's been..." to remind you that you're a raving lunatic on acid at the moment.
Phish, they like to tell it's all real. I'd be seeing things melt and jump out of other people, crystallize, and then turn into a fractal of a million and one of the guy in front of me dancing...
They'd start telling me I was never gonna get out of this maze...(sing the song... and imitate...) They tell you the voices in your head are real, coming from the water in the sky... they play songs entitled the landlady, while sucking on vacuum cleaners into a microphone, and they tell you things like they can smell the colors outside on their lawn.
Sounds like somebody needs to get out more often. Maybe that's why people like me relate to them.
ALL THIS AT THE INTERSECTION OF Broad and Market, as the light goes to green. - Joel B.
PholkTales: Miscellaneous
I was sitting on a truck with some friends at Deer Creek, selling sodas and waiting for the show to start. It was the first night of Phish... and having been there through Phil and Dylan, the party was well begun. (of course I ended up doing July 3 - the end of Fall...FURTHER than ever intended)
Little did I know what was about to befall me.
A cute girl in face paint and day glo (the works) came by at about fifteen minutes to gates and gave me a kiss on the cheek. She also put her hand up about my forehead while I was groping for more and absorbing the lovin. Then she skipped merrily on down the road.
I felt my forehead, it was wet.
Sure enough, five hours later on the lawn while dancing to one of the best Twist Arounds EVER, I sprouted about six more appendages like shiva that entiwined with the colorful appendages of those phriendly vibe colors coming from Trey's tremolo all around.
Just one of the many long strange trips.... - Troy
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