I’m sitting out side of Ryan Hunter’s Studio. In his garden! Listening to his incredible studio monitoring system…

He is listening to “Chicago Transit Authority”

Ryan doesn’t need a big assed set of speakers in every corner of his studio. They are not needed. It’s the attention he pay’s to the response of each box. Every wave length in the mix counts…It is truly incredible!

   He doesn’t know I’m out here sitting alone. He most times doesn’t. It’s a real sunny day. Just beautiful under his Acacias trees.

   As, I sit here. I just fade in. And... out of the music.

I found myself kinda…Day dreaming… The song “Only the Beginnings” is playing now.

      Every horn… Vocal… To each drum beat. Is as clear as if I’m in the room with them as they record the tracks themselves…

I’m puffing on some very fi ne “Indoor”

      As, I kinda drift off.

The next thing I know… It’s spring 1969.

    I’m on the air at Radio Station KUOR. “The Voice of Freedom” 89.1 FM. University of Redlands, California.

WOW!

   I’m just about to wrap up my afternoon drive show. When I noticed the

next DJ in the AP room gathering his print and live reads for his shift.

The cat’s name is Tad Talore… He is from Fontana, California.

   He is a student here at the University too. He is a Journalism. Radio Television

& Film student like me… He is also required to take this radio station

class… If you want an FCC license that is. You have to take schooling

in those days. And, pass a 150 question test at the United States Courthouse

in Los Angeles.

If you did… you would receive a 3rd… up to a 1st class Radio Telephone

License. Without this license in a picture frame suitable for hanging on

the transmitter wall. You didn’t work in radio!

   Not like today. Where all ya have to do is sign this little piece a paper and

you are on the air.

   Hey there Me Droogies… I know you must be a “Kine-of-a-sewer” on

fine food. See if you know this one…

   "What do you get when ya cross a Donkey. With a  slice of Bermuda

Onion? (I dint know what do ya get) Ah… Thank You…

   You get a “Piece a Ass. Th at brings “Tears to your eyes!”

                                        “WHAT?”

   T here I am… I’ve just been thrown out of the “Brown Water Navy” for

doing a little business that wasn’t Navy business. If they had only told me

that 2 years earlier! What a rip off .

   I’m fresh out of ol Johnson, and Nixon’s war. Just glad to be alive!

   I’m here on Uncle Sam, supposed to be minding my P’s and Q‘s. But, what is about

to happen will bring an end to all that stuff !

   And, not a minute to soon me Droogies!

   The station, and campus are about to erupt… I tain’t kiddin either!

I’m watching Tad. He is starting to jump up and down as he reads the type

on the AP machine.

   I’m wrapping up my show. Th is is what I’m saying.

            “Ok! Well I am out of here.

                        Stay tuned for The “Tad Talore” Show.

    He has some new music he is going to share with you. I’ll be back at the same time

tomorrow with the newest music there is.”

                                    “Till Then… I’m Don Morison.” Click… off …................

    As “South California Purples” fades out.

   I wave to Tad to come on in and take over… You won’t believe what happens next.

                                      I didn’t.

   I’m getting up from the console. When Tad flies into the control room so

fast, he breaks the glass in the control room door. He pushed me out of

the way so hard, I fell to the floor. He grabbed the microphone, hit the live

switch. He screamed in his best news voice these words.

                “FOUR DEAD AT KENT STATE UNIVERSITY!”

   “News flash!” Four unarmed students at the University Of Ohio! Were

gunned down by the National Guard today. Under orders from Richard

Nixon. Again! Four Dead in Ohio…

                                 We will return with more details as

                                            they become available.”

   I thought the cat was about to jump out of his Skin Suit. He is coming

unglued. Totally freaking out!

   I told him that he better get some music pulled, as his record is about to

run out. Tad told me “That he would not be able to cover this alone. Would

I stay.  Do a Double DJ shift with him?”

   Well... I thought. I just got out of all this kinda war and noise stuff . I’m

not really in the mood to join in on anything like this. Not just now anyway.

But, it looks like it’s going to turn into a big party. So I decided to join

the fun.

   The song faded out... A guy ran into the control room. Took the mic. Then,

said the people in the main studio are taking over the administration building,

and the radio station. “Arm bands” will be available at the student union as

long as they last. “Power to the People”

   I looked around for an exit sign. I remembered that there is no side, or

back doors in a records vault. 3 stories up on the top of the Administration

building…

   This radio station is in its first year. It has been built over the past school

year. And is located in an old paper records vault for its sound proofi ng

and ambiance…

The transmitter is actually in the control room with us. We can just reach

over and up the wattage from 5 watt’s, all the way to 150 watt’s. So they

can hear us in Malibu… 68 miles away. It’s a Hoot for sure.

    Out in the main studio… Where all the interviews are done… Is a diverse

group of people getting locked in there with us?

    There is a 2 ton fire door at the front of the studio. It has been locked

and secured. We are three floors up on our own with no idea of how long

this will go on. I wasn’t really sure what it was all about anyway… Didn’t

really care! But, it’s getting crazier by the minute. I just couldn’t leave, not

just yet.

   You would not believe who the eggheads went out and found to lock up

with us. I knew. Tad knew. This is not going to turn out good anyway.

   But, at this time… Tad is heavy into it. There is no turning back.

Tad has a secret he will soon share with me. A Real LIFE Changer!

Stupid if you come to think about it. I have nothing to hide from.

 “Ah, the plot thickens!”

   Now that we are locked in here with a bunch of psychos. Tad and I decide

to be the engineers in charge. Lock the control room. We could

listen in on what ever happened in the main studio. Watch through the

big as hell glass partition that separated the two studios.

   They are settling into their places around the giant oval interview table

covered with microphones and headphones. There is a glass outside window

in the control room. A glass outside window in the main studio…

There up to high to do anything but pull stuff up and down in the “In and

Out mail boxes.”

People are coming from all over the campus… Bringing us all the goodies,

dope and stuff we could want. We had all kinds of folks trying to climb

the frigging building to get to us.

   The school security force and the R. O. T. C. are guarding the front and

only door that is useable. They have locked all the rest of them. They grab

anyone who try’s to get in, or out. So… we just settled in to have a blast

watching all the shit outside on the control room TV.

   The people in the main studio are… “The Students for a Democratic

Society” The “Weather Underground” Th e “Black Panthers” Th e “Mexican

Brown League” all the hairy chicks from “POLY KI OMEGA” And,

Thank god! The local Chapter of “The Merry Pranksters” Just for comic

relief! (Wow! Is that an under statement!)

   All the weird fuckers are in attendance. Ready to spew out Hate and

Loathing to anyone listening in radio land… People are running around

everywhere throwing cherry bombs, smoke flairs, hopping and jumping

screaming… “Revolution.”

   Most are just filled with the excitement of the moment… Glad to be alive

and there in this heavy duty time. Others are just looking for an excuse to

tear shit up, and do a bit of anarchy in the name of their generation.

   Most of the time I’m watching all of this… I’m thinking of those Hippy

Communes and how they work. I want to invade a few of them and

shut them down! I didn’t know how... Or why.

   But, I just know I had to do something. That seemed like something I could do.

I’m not against the idea of a commune. I’m against the two or three cock

suckers running them that have brainwashed the people into thinking they

are God all mighty. When their only interest is. Hippie Nooky!

   Oh well… Outside the Administration building, there are crowds of

people chanting “The whole world’s watching” and “Four dead In Ohio”

When, the vault door flew open. This guy in a Suit is spirited in… the door

is shut ...and locked.

   He is a record PR guy, from the Record Plant in L. A. He has a song

with him “Hot off the press” for us to feature for the next couple a days or

so. Or, just run non-stop.

   Tad and I said: “Ok.” off we went with the 45 rpm record… Same song,

both sides. So we can Burn them out. There are 6 more ready to go. Wow!

What a trip! (i.e. Record wear is caused by the “Burn” where you cue the record

before the roll) The EXCITEMENT is hard to contain inside of us.

We just wanted to start jumping around too!

   The party is getting better and better by the moment! All we have to do

is turn the Knob’s… Play the music. Pull up the stuff from down on the

ground and Party, Party, Party! What more could Two “Super Stoner’s”

ever want? WE ARE SET!

           I looked at Tad and said: “REVOLUTION”… He agreed!

    We knew that the “Merry Pranksters” would doctor up some drink or

food somewhere along the line. We watched close for any water pistols

that were hidden under a shirt. We didn’t have to wait long.

   Off to the control room we went with the record, to put it on the turn

table to see if it was even worth playing. I was surprised to see the name’s

“Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young” on the label with the title “Four Dead in

Ohio” Seems that David Crosby & Gram Nash had written it in just a few

hours… they ran down and recorded it.

                       We should play it every song or two.

   I think this guy getting in here was an inside job. The song wasn’t bad. So,

we ran with it all that day and into the next night.

   Now, these groups are starting to get on each others nerves. Th e Pranksters

are getting bored. So we opened up the microphones and the telephones

while they still worked. Went on the air with the groups stating

their points of view on the goings on…

   Th e “Weather Underground” thought… “We should just blow the shit

out of EVERYBODY! Starting with the local Police Department”

   Th e Panthers thought… “We should just burn down anything white,

and start the revolution.” They had an idea about this movement called

“Community Revolution in Progress” (I.e. the C. R. I. P. s) Soon... it would

be Whitey be doing the crying.

   Of course, the Mexican group had to stick in their 2 centavos.

   Their idea....

   Was a bit strange! It went this way.

   They felt that Santana got a raw deal at Woodstock…

   They are going to Texas. To get the Alamo back for him…

So he could do his next concert there.

    I look at Tad… “WHAT?”

   Who knows how those mothers think! The fucking Alamo! Concerts!

Well, the Omega girls have whipped out their GEETARS.

They is a singing “Cum bye ya” Or, some shit like that in the back ground.

When the Pranksters, went bug fuck nuts. I don’t know… I wasn’t paying

attention.

   They started tossing shit all over the studio. Jumping up and down on the

table like a bunch of monkeys… I mean REAL shit! The Pranksters had

something up there skirts they had been plotting and planning all day.

A bunch of Turkey sandwiches were sent up the chow line from the

parking lot through the window in the control room. Th e Pranksters disappeared

into the break room, doctored up those sandwiches real good

just like “The Electric Kool Aid Acid Test”

   Those idiots ate anything that came through the friggin window. As

there is no Watermelon, or Tacos around, They gobbled um down.

   Tad and I passed, as we knew what was going on. We want to enjoy

the fun when these fools got off and got mind fucked by the Pranksters.

                                                 Which they did!

    Tad and I are ready for the doors to come crashing in. We are ready to

haul ass out of here. We knew that if we started tossing school property

out of the window to the parking lot below, that would be about that.

   As a few type writers and office supplies hit the cop cars down stairs…

The two ton vault doors came crashing in about 6:30 am. Thanks to the

R.O.T.C. And The local sheriff .

   Tad and I just did the Teddy Jack Eddy out the door.  We were gone!

   So what now? What’s next?

                                         Only the Shadow knows!

 

 

             CHAPTER TWO..........................

                                  Off Into The Unknown!

 

   Everybody has their own stony cruse streets, we are no different.

I live in Redlands, California. About 6 miles East of San Bernardino.

   Tad lives in Fontana, about the same west. That’s why we are going to the “University

of Redlands.”

   We cruse E, Street in San Berdo every night… make the turn at the very

first “Mac Donald’s” in the frigging world. Then drive the other way to

the “Taco Tia” for “Ten for a Dollar” tacos. Later... Taco Tia would become

“Taco Bell.”

   Tad picked me up in Redlands, in his fire engine red Mustang Mach

One… it for sure is the pussy mobile. It never missed.

   Too make sure of that. Tad brought along his Rock Star brother “Red.” (Figures don’t it?)

He is the lead guitar player in that band “Blue Cheer” Or, something like

that.(I thought that was soap!)

   Supposed to be the Loudest band in the world… The ones that “Spinal

Tap” copied… It was a sure thing when girls see him in the car.

                                   Everyone is gonna get Laid!

   Before we got to E Street… I’m sucking on a Bomber in the back

seat. Tad told me of the plan he and some of his friends have. They received

their vacation papers to Indo China. They are to report to the induction

center next Tuesday.

   This is something he felt he just could not do! He was aware of my time

in country. But, friends are friends he felt. He ...and these guys have a great

plan. But, he didn’t know anything about anything… and needs my help.

Now, the last thing I had in mind is to leave this country anytime soon.

For any reason! I’m just back home. I only want to Surf with my friends.

Party hearty every night. And... play Rock and Roll.

                           But I said: “I guess I’ll go”

   As I haven’t ever seen Europe... what the hell!

   His plan is to take a tramp steamer over to London. Back pack around

the place for a year or two. Or, the end of the war ...which ever came first!

   We drove over to a party at a guy named Franks house.

    It’s a good bye party he is throwing for his friends. Tad told me that

Frank is going to take us as far as Indianapolis. From there… we were on

our own.

   Seemed Frank… Is a race car type of guy! That dreams of winning the

Indy 500. He has a souped up “VW” with a Porsche engine that we are

going to leave town in, along with his roomy Joe. Frank and Joe worked at

“Kyser Steel” in Fontana. They have their vacation papers too.

   Frank is going to hide out at the Indy track, as a house mechanic year

around. And maybe get discovered there to race someday.

   We are having one hell of a good bye party. When... Joe pulls out a bunch of

party Favors. A bag full of 4 way “Green slim acid” a bunch a speed, some

good lumbo and everything’s groovy!

   I wasn’t up on all the plans… But I’m interested.

   The hell with it tonight! It’s fucking party time!

   It’s about time too! Good acid is what it’s all about. Acid today is NOT

acid. I don’t know what in the hell it is.

   The days of “Owsley Stanley Acid” are GONE!

Tad and I met a guy in Frisco. Named “GROOVY” Or... so he said!

   He had arrived from the “Village” in New York.

He got his self Murdered for some reason or another. He dealt for Owsley.

Might be what got him murdered. Who knows: Dig-it!

   In Frank and Joe’s backyard is the “Fontana Drive-Inn Theater”

The entire neighborhood wraps around the thing. Everyone has a back

shed with a flat roof that has chairs on them. So everyone can just sit and

watch the movie’s for free!

   We took the “Green Slime Acid” around 4 pm. By dark. It’s coming on

real good! It’s getting crowded in the house… I don’t know much of anyone

anyway. I’m going out side for a breath of fresh.

    Did I say that? A breath of fresh air in Fontana, California is only found

in a Canister!

   The “Drive-inn” caught my attention, Roll the Movie!

      Everyone in the neighborhood would jump over the fence to turn up the speaker box so

you could hear the movie… I climbed up on theirs, and settled in to my

upside down beer keg cut out into a seat.

   The pictures are “Butch Cassidy and the Sun Dance Kid” Plus, “Marooned”

I watched both movies as the Party inside mellowed out and

died.

   I climbed down, went back in… There is not one person in the house. So,

I found a bed, and hit it!

   You know. It was a longtime before I realized that those movies were not

one movie. I thought they were about two Spaced out Cowboy’s stuck in

Outer Space for Christ’s sake!

 I stayed in Redlands the whole next day and night. We are to leave on

the next Wednesday morning at 5 am. So I stayed home. Packed up…

And, got ready to go…

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