EASY LIFE

by CHRIS BUTLER

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KENT, OHIO - Thursday, April 30th, 1970
[THERE ARE NO ACCIDENTS]

My Life in Kent, OH before the murder of four students on the campus of Kent State University on May 4th, 1970

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released March 29, 2014

All songs © & ℗ 2014 Chris Butler/Future Fossil Music (BMI), except “Fortunate Son” by John Fogerty, © 1969 Jondora Music (BMI). Original graphic design: M Design. Updated graphic tweaks: Lysa Opfer/Opfer Design. Mastering: Scott Anthony/The Viewing Room. All noises by Chris Butler and recorded at Camp Y-Mee, Hoboken, NJ, unless otherwise noted.

EASY LIFE
Recorded by Chris Gefken at The Think Tank, Hoboken, mixed by James MacMillan at Mutiny Zoo, Hoboken, on John Siket’s magnificent Helios “Brown” console, Paul Moschella = drums, James MacMillan = bass, Peter Stuart = Fender Bass VI, Chris Bolger = Jerry Jones “Dano” 6-string bass, Jim Higgins = guitar, Cranky J/Higgs/Mo = backing vocals extraordinaire

MILLIONS AND MILLIONS
Drums and Burns Double Six recorded at Peter Stuart’s studio in NYC, mixed by Chris Gefken at The Think Tank, Peter Stuart = bass and high vocals, James Mastro = keyboards (recorded at The Pigeon Club, Hoboken), Middle 8 arranged by Peter Stuart.

HEY STRANGER
Mixed by Fred Smith at Fred’s apartment, Carla Murray = backing vocals.

RED DRINKS! RED DRINKS! (YOUR LIFE STINKS)
Mixed by Chris Gefken at The Think Tank, Paul Moschella = drums, James MacMillan = fretless bass. It’s a Stylophone…in case you were wondering.

HORSESHOES & HANDGRENADES
Recorded in my apartment on a Tascam 244, 4-track Port-A-Studio.

HEAT NIGHT
This is Tin Huey’s ‘79 demo version for our never-to-be–made-let-alone-released 2nd album, Michael Aylward = guitar, Harvey Gold = keys/vocals, Stuart Austin = drums, Ralph Carney = reeds, Mark Price = bass. Carried over to The Waitresses era, it made it to our first album. Recorded & mixed at Bushflow, Akron, OH, (Mark’s house) under every possible chemical influence available.

CONVENIENCE
Mixed by Scott Anthony at The Viewing Room, Springfield, NJ.

MY HOMETOWN
Mixed by Claudio DiZefalo at Mutiny Zoo.

EASY LIFE (REPRISE)
Mono version!

BEGGAR’S BULLETS
Recorded in 1989 at my house in Centerport, NY, with the Tascam 244 for the 20th anniversary of the murders of four students at Kent State University.

FORTUNATE SON
All drones created by Nick Berry/Dots Will Echo, Ridgefield, NJ, everything else recorded at Dun Giggen, Bath, OH, mixed by Bruce Hensal at ARTI Studios (on Pink Floyd’s SSL console!), Orlando, FL.

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CHRIS BUTLER Hoboken, New Jersey

CHRIS BUTLER
Seminal New Waver from Northeastern Ohio. Member of Akron, Ohio’s Tin Huey in late ‘70’s. Songwriter/producer/guitarist for all Waitresses songs (including “I Know What Boys Like”, the “Square Pegs” TV show theme and “Christmas Wrapping”) in the early ‘80’s. Never stopped writing and recording. ... more

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Track Name: EASY LIFE
EASY LIFE

my mind works like fireworks
when I pretend it’s an easy life
close my eyes and drift away
Christmas every day in my easy life

I can do what I want
and I get what I want
and if it breaks, I get a new one
always more where that came from

if I need a check...i just write a check
it’s such and easy life
wouldn’t that be really nice!

and every morning
breakfast in bed if that’s what I would like
and every evening
adjust the sunset ‘til it looks just right

first thing that i’ll do is move
i’ll need lots of room for my easy life
seven beaches just for me
age gracefully in my easy life

i’ll give away my good junk...burn the rest
surround myself with luxury...best of the best
(i’ll say) look at that design!
look at that workmanship
swell paint job, isn’t it? /swell paint job, isn’t it?
and every morning
breakfast in bed if that’s what I would like
and every evening
adjust the sunset ‘til it looks just right

anything I want...just ask
everything has taste and class
everything’s in harmony
perfect, rhyming...feeling truly holy

and every morning
dinner in bed if I stayed out all night
and every evening
adjust the moonlight ‘til it looks just right

anything I want...just ask
everything has taste and class
everything that’s late shows up
perfect timing...always count on my good luck

what did I do to deserve this?
what did I do to derserve such and easy life?
Track Name: MILLIONS & MILLIONS
MILLIONS AND MILLIONS

NO ONE SAW IT BUT THEM
EVERYONE MISSED IT...BUT THAT'S HOW THESE THINGS BEGIN
GO AHEAD...GIVE IT A TRY
1 BECOMES 10 IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE

PUSH IT HARDER, SEE WHERE IT GOES
100'S NOW HOPING THAT THEY'RE ON A ROLL

THEN IT'S 1000'S, RIDING THE SWELL
IS THIS A FAD OR A TREND, WHO CAN TELL?

THEN YOU'RE MILLIONS, MILLIONS AND MILLIONS
YOU'VE GOT A REAL LIVE CHAIN REACTION

ONE CRIES, "WHY IS THIS LIKE THIS?"
"SHUT UP...FORGET IT—THEY SAY—"THAT'S JUST THE WAY IT IS."
"WE WON'T,"—THERE'S 10 OF 'EM NOW
THAT'S 10 TOO MANY...HARDER TO PUSH AROUND

LISTEN...HOW LOUD 100'S CAN YELL
SHOULDER TO SHOULDER AND MADDER THAN HELL

THEN THERE'S 1000'S...THAT MAKES YOU NEWS
EACH EAGER TO MARRY THE MATCH TO THE FUSE

THEN YOU'RE MILLIONS, MILLIONS AND MILLIONS
YOU'VE GOT A REAL LIVE CHAIN REACTION

CHAINED UP, CHAINED DOWN
CHAINED UP TO THAT ONE DESIRE

(CHAINED UP, CHAINED DOWN)
(BURNING UP LIKE A SNAKE ON FIRE)

(HURRY UP, HURRY UP)
(HURRY UP AND WE'LL GET THERE FASTER)

TIED UP, TIED DOWN
TIED UP AND WE'RE TIED TOGETHER

TIED IN KNOTS
ALL THOSE DOTS
MAKE UP A PICTURE
SNAP YOUR FINGER AND...

MILLIONS LOVE IT AT FIRST
'TILL THE FUN RUNS DOWN...SLIPS INTO REVERSE
1000'S...BORED TO THE BONE
SAY "CALL IF YOU NEED US...WE'RE GOING HOME"

PUSH IT HARDER, MORE DRIFT AWAY
100'S COMPLAINING THEY CAN'T STAND THE PACE

DOWN TO 10 TRUE BELIEVERS...JUST THE HARD CORE
WITH 9 OF THEM SECRETLY EYEING THE DOOR

'TILL THAT ONE...THAT ONE IN A MILLION
TRY'S IT AGAIN, SPARKS A CHAIN REACTION

THEN IT'S MILLIONS...
Track Name: HEY STRANGER
HEY STRANGER

she dives her submarine downtown
and docks it at the door of the Buddha Lounge
a little over-dressed for noise and smoke
cocktails, politics and dirty jokes

who's she? "you know me," she said
five or six of us just scratch our heads
strangers in here can be dangerous
the crazy thing is...i know she knows us

she makes a table for one feel crowded

hey stranger, hey stranger

i hear a 100 opinions
strictly local talent, no a pro
we can spot a fake a mile away
she could be my muse, you never know

shut up, your logic's all rusted
can't you hear the jazz time in her talk?
nobody ever hears the catch
if everybody's eager to be caught

why don't ya just dive back in your drinks?
didn't swimming in the dark teach you anything?

hey stranger, hey stranger

that woman's every loser's pearl
she's every blind boy's seeing-eye girl
our lady of the down and outs
anyway, the buddha's now in doubt

ice rattles in a drink, someone coughs
local anesthetic wearing off?
"i'm yours," she said. i said "no you're not."
"i'll stick with the maybe i maybe got"
"you're too late. i don't need you now"
"you're just someone i once dreamed about"
she said "whatcha got if you don't have me?"
i said "Buddha always dug a mystery."

but tell me who chipped out this trail?
it's either run around in circles and chase your tail
or sleep with this dragon on a bed of nails.

hey stranger, hey stranger
hey stranger, hey stranger
Track Name: RED DRINKS! RED DRINKS!
RED DRINKS! , RED DRINKS!

sitting on a stool with your brown drink
floatin’ on your wit so ya don’t sink
try’nta drown any thoughts that dare think
your life stinks, life stinks...

all the stuff that was set up just right
fizzled out like a ten-cent nitelite
you were groomed to be a star, not a satellite
whudda bite, a bite

so ironic...

fill ‘er up for a good disaster
bob along on yer bulging bladder
gonna make a big splash when ya splatter
you splat, you splatter...

ya say ya wanna be the king of this play pen?
ya say ya wanna be the queen of the s/he-men?
or are ya gonna be the means to the end
of the end, the end...

of yer tether?

through a crack in the background chatter
the sound track of the bistro culture
a ton of guilt just hangs like a vulture
eyeing yer bones

everybody on the right’s gotta red glass
everybody on the left’s gotta red glass
everything’s closin’ in too fast
leave me alone!
leave me alone!

if yer gonna stay stuck in that bottle?
the only way ya gonna spin’s with a swizzle
you’re gonna get sick when it wiggles
ain’t no pill, no pill...

are ya gonna stay a numb in the Naughties?
be the best of the bad faux Presleys?
when ya finally gonna make some money?
make money, money

yeah…crack this riddle...?

through a gash the background chatter
ya hear a nag nag nagging whisper
"everybody you know’s so clever
& smarter than you..."

everybody on the right’s gotta red glass
everybody on the left’s gotta red glass
everything’s closin’ in too fast
leave me alone!
leave me alone!

RED DRINKS!, RED DRINKS!
Track Name: BOX OF NOISE
BOX OF NOISE (burnt jazz)

a book and me's a party
add a cup and it's an orgy
drowsy coffee, liquid midnight
wraps itself around me

i said, a book and me's a party
sorry if that sounds selfish
i’m drinking in the calm before
my next creative crisis

BUT…the airshaft's a cat bordello
they must really love the echo
and a burnt jazz combo tries to run
from someone's crapped out stereo

and the solo's so tuxedo
and i ache to stay this painless
numb inside the calm before
my next financial crisis

I try to read some beatnik typing
to the tune of 2 cats screwing
BUT the plumbing in my building
thuds like Afro-Cuban drumming

the carpet heaves with Hendrix
the Guzmans fight next door
the Kramer's dogs are barking
upstairs, they're moving the furniture again
i /i live /in a box /of noise

then my crazy Catholic neighbor
with a firecracker temper
carpet bombs the airshaft
with a string of lady fingers

"your cat's a slut", he screams at me
(like his is such a nun...?)
i'm cloistered in the calm
before my next romantic crisis

and a fire engine's screaming
like a saxophone Coltrane-ing
is there a Chinese menu bonfire
in the foyer of our building?

and there's a bird outside my only window
and it's chirpin’ out of tune.
Track Name: I DID, I DID
I DID, I DID

I DID, I DID
SET THE BED ON FIRE
I DID, I DID
BLOW UP THE CLOTHES DRYER
I DID, I DID
GIVE EVERYONE THE FINGER, BUT...

NOTHING WAS THE MATTER
NOTHING WAS THE MATTER

I DID , I DID
BAKE A RAZOR CAKE
I DID, I DID
PRAY FOR AN EARTHQUAKE
I DID , I DID
TRY TO LEVITATE, BUT...

NOTHING WAS THE MATTER
NOTHING WAS THE MATTER

PLANTED TWENTY DOLLAR BILLS IN THE BACK YARD
MAYBE THEY'LL GROW

POOPED ON THE SIDEWALK
AND STOLE MY OWN CAR'S TIRES AND RADIO

BOILED THE TV IN KEROSENE
PAINTED MY GOLDFISHES AQUAMARINE, BUT...

NOTHING WAS THE MATTER
NOTHING WAS THE MATTER
NOTHING WAS THE MATTER
JUST NEEDED A REMINDER THAT
SOME THINGS JUST HAPPEN WITH NO EXPLANATION
SOME THINGS JUST HAPPEN WITH NO EXPLANATION

LIKE A WHACK ON THE SIDE OF THE HEAD
SOMETHING NEW TO DEAL WITH...

I DID, I DID...REALLY...I DID, I DID, I DID!
Track Name: HORSESHOES & HANDGRENADES
HORSESHOES & HANDGRENADES

HORSESHOES AND HANDGRENADES
ALMOST COOKED, ALMOST SAVED
ROUND NUMBERS AND CLOSE SHAVES
A STONE'S THROW FROM A HAIR AWAY

HORSESHOES AND HANDGRENADES
SO CLOSE...NEARLY MADE IT TO HEAVEN
ALMOST...DON'T COUNT FOR NOTHIN'.

"40 days and 40 nights?
all right, all right...", Noah said,
"Lord, about that boat...think i better go build it"

two by two them creatures came, but....
i didn't want to go out in the rain
besides i'm unique...and not much of a "joiner"

oh tell me, tell me, Captain Noah...why this cruise to nowhere?
i can't find a date
and your tub's a zoo...i get seasick, too
bon voyage...catch ya later

three-card monte game, shoutin' shill
step right up with a $20 bill
tap that ace, and chief...it's chicken on sunday

angel says "pay the rent"
devil says "make a bet"
devil wins...like he does usually

back and forth that Jackson goes
a lucky streak!...then uh oh
badges flash...handcuffs pop outa nowhere

oh tell me, tell me constable
was that ace in the middle?
why, yes i do believe that's true
you're one hell...of a lucky fella

almost...kinda...shoulda.../sorta

yeah...coulda been so great
coulda had the whole world on my plate
everything working for ya

yeah...coulda been so nice
lady luck blowing on my dice
intoxication....euphoria
euphoria

Johnny was hot shot guitar man
6-string key to the promised land
he was so cool, he had a roadcase just for his ego

a genius poet, a household name
the new Messiah was proclaimed
so he rented Kansas and threw himself a little party

satellite feeds, pay per view,
simulcast, the networks, too
Johnny made 'em all pay to kiss the feet of the Master

oh tell me, tell me Gabriel...what's the key of this number?
you see, Johnny B. Goode, but now Johnny B. Dead
on the way the the gig
crashed in a helicopter

like being just a little bit pregnant
and in other news today.....
that ball is going...going...going...foul

almost…so close…don’t count for nothin’
Track Name: HEAT NIGHT
HEAT NIGHT

Stop! Damn! Reverse the wires
Switch the ground!
Something's crazy here
We're twisted around...
What got into us anyway'?
Who threw the rules away?
Who tore the boundaries down?

Suddenly I - Shy boy
is seamless smooth
Laugh with the she-bitch
at this grand cartoon
Everything's inside out
And turned around
Bite that bad bourbon down
What spirits healed these wounds up?

Heat Night, make it a heat night
Heat Night, height of the rut
Heat Night, heat lightning, no cut

Pure rabid mutiny
The enemy is...

I rule this thunderhouse of rouge and ruin
Arc all my sister's secret fevermoons
(She thinks) We'll make it easy
for them tonight...
We'll make it easy tonight
What planet rules these tides?

Riding a longshot night
In overdrive
Novels flashing, advertising eyes.
Got nothing to say after the juke box stops?
Who cares we're all on top
Why waste your breath on lies...don't lie!!!

Heat Night, make it a heat night
Heat Night, height of the rut
Heat Night, heat lightning, no cut

Pure rabid mutiny
The enemy is...
Track Name: CONVENIENCE
CONVENIENCE

MURDERED ANOTHER CIGARETTE IN HER HONOR
STILL SHE DIDN'T SHOW UP
WHY DO I EVEN BOTHER?
19 OTHERS DIED TO BURN AWAY THE MINUTES
20 REMINDERS TO MYSELF TO KEEP MY DISTANCE

THIS IS JUST CONVENIENCE, SOMETHING FOR THE MOMENT
MUCH LESS THAN FOREVER
THIS IS JUST CONVENIENCE, SOMETHING FOR THE MOMENT
BUSINESS BEFORE PLEASURE

TWO MATURE ADULTS STRIKE A BARGAIN WITH EACH OTHER
ME—I GET MY BACK SCRATCHED, SHE—A CRYING SHOULDER
BUT I'M WRECKING IT, I'M WANTING REAL AFFECTION
TO HER I'M CHEAP EXCITEMENT
TO ME THAT'S A REJECTION

THIS IS JUST CONVENIENCE, SOMETHING FOR THE MOMENT
BETTER GET HIP, MAN
THIS IS JUST CONVENIENCE, SOMETHING FOR THE MOMENT
DON'T MAKE ANY LONG TERM PLANS

AND LIGHTEN UP
SEE IT AS IT IS, NOT WHAT IT COULD BE
ENOUGH'S ENOUGH
PILING ALL YOUR HUNGERS ON THAT POOR DUMB GIRL
WHEN SHE'S JUST BEING FRIENDLY
THAT GIRL CAN BE FRIENDLY


I SAID I COULD LOVE HER, SHE LOOKED AT ME FUNNY
THAT WAS OUT OF LINE, MADE HER ANGRY AND UNEASY
GIVING SOMETHING THAT SHE'D NEVER BE RETURNING
SETS ME UP FOR SLAUGHTER
BRANDS ME FOR A BURNING

THIS IS JUST CONVENIENCE, SOMETHING FOR THE MOMENT
NOTHING I CAN COUNT ON
THIS IS JUST CONVENIENCE, SOMETHING FOR THE MOMENT
MAN, I THINK YOU GOT IT WRONG.
Track Name: DAVEY'S SISTER'S HOME FROM COLLEGE
DAVEY'S SISTER'S HOME FROM COLLEGE

COME ON, COME ON, COME ON, COME ON
WAIT UP, HOLD ON
YOU GUYS AIN'T NO FUN
COME ON...LET'S DO...
LET'S DO SOMETHING...

THEY'RE JUMPIN' AT JERICHO'S
LET'S GO DOWNTOWN
LET'S GO DOWN TO CASTRO'S
KICK SOME SPIC'S AROUND

I'LL BUST FOR CAB FARE
DAVEY'S SISTER MIGHT BE THERE
LET'S GO SOMEWHERE
LET'S GO ANYWHERE...

CAN I STAND IN YOUR SHADOWS A MINUTE?
LET'S RENT SOME BEER AND TALK ABOUT STUFF
I'VE BEEN DOING LOTS OF THINKING...
WHAT IF I DON'T STOP GROWING UP?

COME ON....

THERE'S A NEW FLICK AT THE REGENCY
YOU CAN SEE WHAT'S-HER-NAME'S TITS
DAVEY'S SISTER'S HOME FROM COLLEGE
I WONDER IF IT CHANGED HER MUCH...?

BODY BY FRANK LLOYD WRIGHT
BRAIN BY UNIVAC
HER FOLKS ARE DOWN AT DISNEYWORLD
SHE WAS ALWAYS ALRIGHT...FOR A GIRL

I COULD STAND IN HER SHADOW
CATCH MY BREATH
SHE WAS ALWAYS GOOD FOR COVER
SHE MADE A BETTER DOOR THAN A WINDOW
COME ON...

DAVEY'S SISTER ALWAYS SAID
THAT 18 WAS JUST THE BEST
THAT 21 AND LEGAL
WAS ANOTHER NAME FOR LEGALLY DEAD

BUT SHE NEVER TOLD ME
WHAT'S SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN AFTER THAT
WHEN YOU WEAR OUT THE SLEEVES
OF YOUR VARSITY JACKET

DO YOU STILL HAVE FUN?
DOES EVERYTHING CHANGE?
ARE ALL THESE DRUGS REALLY FRYING MY BRAIN?

CAN YOU STILL DRIVE FAST?
WILL THERE BE A GIRL FOR ME?
COME ON, LET'S DO SOMETHING
THAT MAKES US FEEL FREE

SO WE DID...
WE JUST KEPT ON WALKING...
WALKING WILD...blowing like wild leaves
Track Name: MY HOMETOWN
MY HOMETOWN

MY HOMETOWN'S NO COLD STAR
MY HOMETOWN SAYS WHATCHA ARE'S
ALRIGHT WITH ME

THINGS JUST ARE THE WAY THEY ARE
AND WHAT THEY ARE IS
HOW THEY ALWAYS WILL BE

MAIN STREET'S GRIT IS GOLDEN CINDER
LIFE NEVER TASTES LIKE GRAVEL
THERE'S NO WRONG WAY TO DO IT

I CAN CARE AND NOT BE CHAINED
I CAN STARE AND NOT BE BLAMED
THE GIRLS ARE WISE THAT WAY

AND THEY SAY "WE'RE WISE TO YOU, TOO...CITY BOY"

MY HOMETOWN WAS ALWAYS WORKING
HOMETOWN HOPED HE WAS CREATING
A TICKET OUT OF HERE

HOMETOWN TRIED TO MOVE AWAY
HOMETOWN TRIED TO CHEAT HIS FATE
HOMETOWN OFTEN VISITS ME

AND HOMETOWN ALWAYS SAYS...

I MISS THE TASTE OF MY CITY WATER
I MISS THE SNOW ON MY SIDEWALKS IN WINTER
I SHOULD'VE WAITED FOREVER IF I HAD TO
DOES ANYTHING HERE MEAN A DAMN THING TO YOU

AND I SAY...

OVER THERE IS THE SPARKLE MARKET
HERE'S A HOUSE NICKNAMED "ROCK CITY"
FOR A GOOD $2 HAIRCUT
TRY THE SHOP IN THE WISHBONE ALLEY

I DRINK MY BEER AT CAFE ST. RAYS
OR THE BLUE BAR IF IT RAINS
I'M THE TALLEST BUILDING IN MY HOMETOWN
THERE'S LOTS OF ROOM TO BE STRANGE

AND STRANGER...YOU MOVED AWAY
THIS IS MY HOMETOWN NOW
AND I DON'T HAVE TO GET ALONG WITH YOU
BUT YOU...YOU HAVE TO GET ALONG WITH ME.
Track Name: BEGGAR'S BULLETS
BEGGAR'S BULLETS
(CAPTAIN TRIPS BUMS CLEVO or WHAT A SHORT DULL TRIP IT WAS)
...there are no accidents

holster that fist, boy
ummmm...that's what I used to say
back in the days when I had words and reason
in my armory

gone ... all gone ... wasted now
outgunned ... arrested
my words netted in their newspapers
reason bounced off their helmets

new history
plotted out in poverty and silence
you know we have to ...
they took away our drums

every window is my enemy's eye
every rock is a beggar's bullet
and when I bring the two together
it's my turn, my time, this street is my state

I am riot
not just some whiner
with a city's worth of sidewalks now
stacked in my armory.
and I'm a poet
I rhyme in cobblestone granite
the art of the instant arc
my only ideology

and every window ... my manifesto
every rock ... a beggar's bullet
when I bring the two together
it's my turn, my time, this street is my state

when I see a mountain....I see ammunition
when I see a mountain....I see ammunition
beggar's bullets flying
through your televisions

into your living rooms.
'round the corner of Tank and Bayonet
down all your lovely boulevards
now draped in gas and barricade

am I senseless? no!
exhilarated? absolutely!
'cause one thing that's for sure
I'm not a victim anymore

every window ...
every window ...
... the excruciating tension between yes and no
... between the only two choices ever I seem to have
... of either being anxious or depressed
every window ...
... is my skin
... my song
... my biography

and every rock is a beggar's bullet
when I bring the two together
it's my turn, my time, this street is my state

when I see a mountain....I see ammunition
when I see a mountain....I see ammunition
beggar's bullets flying
through your televisions

(CAPTAIN TRIPS BUMS CLEVO or WHAT A SHORT DULL TRIP IT WAS)
...there are no accidents

"i had all their records. i had all their records and i'd played them so many times i'd worn them out. then i'd buy new ones and wear them out. even today i can sing every note, every drum part, every solo from "st. steven" straight through to "turn on your lovelight". i can/could play them, too. i'd brought my drum set down to school, but my roommates had said uh uh we've got to study this 1/4, and so it being the Twang Age and all, i'd gone out and bought my first electric guitar——a single cut-away Les Paul Junior for 50 bucks. it would be worth around 500 now. i got the money working part-time at an antique shop called airflow junk, the owner paying me $10 a day under the table. unless he was high. then he would ask "have i paid you yet?" and i'd say "no". this would happen 2 or 3 times on a good day.

now, i would spend hours noodling along with their tunes especially the ones on the live album til i got the licks right, and was very impressed that a band of known drug abusers could play a song in 11/8 time and more or less come down on the 1 together. the music was only a simple major scale--book 1 page 1 lesson 1, but to me that was the beauty of it! so imagine my excitement when i opened the cleveland plain dealer's friday magazine and saw that for one night and one night only belkin bros. proudly presenting in their first area appearance...the grateful dead.

on d-day, 7 or 8 of us cut classes, piled into my vw, drove the 30 miles from kent to cleveland, coped with a flat tire no spare, and ran out of gas 2ice. see, my bug's 'fuel delivery system' had a hole in it and could only take an 8th of a tank at a time no gas gauge either. but we had anticipated all this. we'd left 6 hours before showtime so we could get lost. we had the proper amount of controlled substances in our bloodstreams. we knew there was a long journey ahead of us...after all, this was the dead!...so there would be adventures built in and ordeals to endure and little trials and challenges to experience and that we could and would triumph because when it came right down to it we knew this one shining truth--we were immune!! nothing could stop us.

and so of course we found a parking space right in front of public hall—proof! and so of course we bumped into the rest of the kent contingent in the lobby—more proof! and oohhh the stage was sssssooooooo beautiful could you believe all that equipment? they'd replaced the stock speaker cabinet grill cloth of their guitar amplifiers with tie-dye!! even the p.a. stacks were tie-dye!! even...hey! there they are! even the band was in tie-dye!!...and jumping like a willy's in 4-wheel drive.

but as good as it was, it was not good enough. i had to get closer closer i wanted to be the music not watch it it seemed so phony so square this arbitrary 4th wall concept separating 'band on stage' from 'people in audience' weren't we all one? and didn't we lose so much with the artificial divisions we were forced forced! to live with dictated mind you dictated! by a straight society who didn't know they just didn't know.

the hell's angels who had been hired as concert security had all gone to take a collective leak or gang rape a hippette or something and magic magic magic of magics there was an open door right by the stage no one was watching it the band had drifted into 'dark star' and they had fired a spotlight at the cut glass mirrored ball and pin-points of light creamed around the hall fast at first and then slowly slowed down and then aahhhh actually went the other way and no one else had seen the unguarded door but me it was for me there are no accidents. a path had been cleared and it was my duty and destiny to take it. so in i went and the next thing i knew i was in the wings on the stage and oh it was wonderful and this beautiful lady said hi to me and it was Mountain Girl! the Mountain Girl! a real merry prankster and she smiled at me and asked if i wanted a beer and i said yes and she showed me a whole wash tub a whole wash tub! of iced coors and i had one one of the band's beers! and then i had a few more and then i heard the unmistakable opening lines to "st. stephen" the patron saint of hungary i am half hungarian it was no accident there are no accidents and off we went and i knew the rumors must be true that owsley had really brewed up a batch of his finest and had put it in a mason jar and before each show garcia would dip his fingers in it it's true i was there it sounded like it anyway and i was it and i sang along and danced and we worked it we that's right we! we worked through the whole 2 sides of the album and i was the band the band was me and pigpen lurched into "lovelight" and i sang along and then i grabbed 2 empty beer cans and i started playing when the percussion breaks came right on cue i knew where they were i was on jerry's side of the stage and i was banging along and singing and dancing and staring at that wonderful face so deep lined and wise with that wonderful beatific look of pure knowing and i sang louder and banged the cans harder and that wonderful face and it's halo of hair slowly it took forever drifted floated over to me to me and he was no more than a foot away i could smell the sweat and the reefer smoke on him and from out of that wonderful mouth and those twinkling eyes came at the top of his lungs WILL YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!!!!!

I sold my guitar back to the guy I'd bought it from for thirty-five dollars and lent my drums to my friend Jeff Miller. He didn't get to play them much. Three weeks later he was shot and killed by the Ohio National Guard."

when I see a mountain....I see ammunition
when I see a mountain....I see ammunition
beggar's bullets flying
through your televisions.
Track Name: FORTUNATE SON
FORTUNATE SON

Some folks are born made to wave the flag,
oh, they are so red, white and blue.
And when the band plays "Hail To The Chief",
oh, they point the cannon right at you…and me

but that ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't no senator's son,
It ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't the fortunate one.

Some folks are born silver spoon in hand,
why don't they just help themselves?
But when the taxman comes to the door,
the house look a like a rummage sale,
yes it does…

that ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't no millionaire's son, no
It ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't the fortunate one, no.

Yeh, some folks inherit star-spangled eyes,
and they send you down to war,
And when you ask them, how much should we give?,
oh, they only answer is more, more, more,

but that ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't no military son,
It ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't the fortunate one,

13 seconds
On one side…youth/hope/promise
On the other…defenders of all things corrupt/degrading & oppressive
Which side are you on?
Which side are you on
We didn’t hate you…we hated what you represented.
But you hated us for who we were
You accepted your “cogness”…your “this is the best I can do”…your “guess this is my place in the scheme of things”
Well…we didn’t.
You believed that if you played along, you would be rewarded.
We knew that wasn’t true.
We must have been one hell of a threat…
…why else would you have shot at us?