I don't want to be a citizen of the kingdom of death either, which is why "my church is in the trees," and not among the genetically-modified social engineering projects that populate it. Though, at this point, the trees might not be tall enough to get away from it. At this point, my church is in the clouds.

@@pablosmoglives Well put, sir! 👍👍

howdy

you have my email?

Hallo!

I might be pronouncing it wrong, but that's always how I've pronounced it. Feel free to read a pun on psycho into it if you like. I welcome and appreciate it.

Thank you!

Thank you.

Particularly the line “ if love is a room, my life is a series of hallways”

@@DenverWilliamsMusic Thank you.

Sí, da bastante miedo.

Thank you. Both major influences.

Thanks for taking the time to listen. Much appreciated.

Great to hear from you. I think of you and Eddie and Tony often. Glad you're getting out of there though. Will always love NY, but it's getting weird up there. Vaya con Dios amigo, stay in touch,

Great to hear from you man. Thanks for reaching out.

I don't know. But I always enjoy her thoughts.

For sure.

Not a bad idea.

Thank you!

Thank you :)

Thank you.

See you there if not sooner.

I don't know. Good question, am curious myself now that you mention it. The tracks themselves are obviously new, but they take the same route that train tracks have always taken through that area, more or less. But the party could have taken place anywhere. I have no idea.

@@pablosmoglives that’s badass you physically went there. I’d only google earthed it to find the tracks and found some potential locations but if he was walking the length of the tracks you’re right it could be anywhere.

It was definitely cool. These particular tracks ran up the shore of "La Presa," the large lake SW of town. @@Root1966

Thank you.

hey

Thanks man. It's hard to overcome my frustration about this topic, to the point that I had to leave the country and abandon it completely, but being "too Christian" for the secular people and "not strictly gospel" enough for the Christians is an impossible line to walk. Late-period Johnny Cash is some of the most hardcore, uncompromising Christian music ever recorded, but he wasn't a "Christian artist." And because he was the real thing, his later stuff doesn't pull any punches to appeal to anybody, one way or the other. He didn't "fall away" from the faith after cashing in on a bunch of Christian music fans, his faith got stronger. While covering Nine Inch Nails, of all things. I'm amazed that nobody seems to notice (or care about) this. Thanks again.

Thank you.

You clearly dont know much about Neal Cassady. By all informed accounts, one of the most brilliant and likeable human beings.

@@mikeb8843 You're probably correct in assuming I don't know what I'm rambling on about but just as today there were more than enough bigots and social nazi's lurking back in the day. nevertheless the govt wanted him and got him. There were others whom he offended and if you investigate you'll find out that he did indeed make many enemies and some of them were those who he took sex from. Right here on YT you'll find people telling stories of Cassady's misadventures. He was a pushy arrogant knowitall to some while others, like you who thought & still think he was some sort of knight on a white horse, which he was in some ways. A real kid champeon for the masses! He was an outlaw in the eyes of many. It's possible to be 2 things, maybe more at once. A brilliant mind is debatable, he once said we should line up all extremists, left and right and do away with them all. That is an extreme solution and out of the mainstream for most. I noticed you didn't offer any of the things Neal did to make you admire him so much???

@@mikeb8843 I'm not the only one who thinks NC was a wild child. He did steal over 500 cars and went to reform school for it. Those 500 owners might have held a small resentment towards NC... Aztec 2 Step reflected this back to us about him. The Persecution and Restoration of Dean Moriarty Lyrics Well I can't understand what is wrong with the man Don't he know how he's acting is long ago banned Don't you think it's a shame, someone tell me his name If we let him continue things may get out of hand Look at him laughing and carrying on Like a hydrogen manic or an organic bomb He's alive like a child, so terribly wild He has way too much freedom, of course he is wrong, he's wrong yeah He was born on the road in the month of July And he'll live on the road 'til he sees fit to die 'Cause he learned from the road how humanity cries How society liеs, he sees with more than his eyеs Look at him running don't he know how to walk He's just too damned cunning you can tell by his talk You can tell he is rude, like a typical dude If you want my opinion he belongs under lock One look in his eyes and you know he's unsound There's no way to faze him he's nobody's clown He's as deep as the sea and he's equally free That's why I fear him and hate him and wish he were down, was down yeah Whether riding the rails out of Denver Or bumming his friends' cigarettes He's asking them all to remember Making sure that they'll never forget So you're curious friend 'bout this man who I speak For he tears you and scares you out of your sleep I am sure that you'll find, if you open your mind That it's you and not he who is really the freak Oh relax for a moment as you would for your hobby His beauty abounds in his mind and his body He's like the setting sun's hues, or the dust on his shoes He's living he's naughty, he's Dean Moriarty, yeah Whether riding the rails out of Denver Or bumming his friends' cigarettes He's asking them all to remember Making sure that they'll never forget Well, he may ride down the road at a hundred and ten Exclaiming his thoughts about prisons and men He may tell you his dream, maybe something obscene You can swear you’ve been through him but you don’t know just when He’s like the dancing gold prairies that will never be mowed Or the wind in the sail that’s about to explode He’s like fire and rain, bringing pleasure and pain And he learned all he knows from the ways of the road, yeah He was born on the road in the month of July And he’ll live on the road ‘til he sees fit to die ‘Cause he learned from the road how humanity cries How society lies; he sees with more than his eyes

It's less about chucking bourgeois values and more about finding beauty in a state of lack, but thanks for listening and commenting. Glad you like it.

Thank you!