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Sunday, August 31, 2003
If you are going to miss this year's Telluride Brews and Blues Festival September 12,13,14 that is truly sad because then you will miss all of the following at the Rainbow Tent:
Clown Yoga
with Giggly Sprout

Make A Kazoo
with Gumbo Wobbly

Face Painting
with Patty Cakes The Clown
Clown Yoga
with Giggly, Gumbo, and
The Great Clown Swami

Talent Show and Fortune-Telling
with The Great Clown Swami

Damn it all. DAMN THE ELECTRIC FENCE. Curse George Bush. Crapheads alive...I really wanted to put in some time with Giggly, Gumbo, and The Great Clown Swami .

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"ONE bomb is too many..."
Ed Grothus

Praise Allah that we got HBLOWS just in time to see this absolutely fresh, chaotic, and amazing special on Los Alamos' Chaos Agent supremo, Ed Grothus. The show is entitled, Atomic Ed and the Black Hole. Three cheers to Mobilus Media and to Ellen Spiro (Director - Producer - Cinematographer)
and Karen Bernstein (Producer) for this production.

Be on the lookout for a photograph of our President dropping his dog Barney. Geesh ; GAPE ! Way to go W-dog.

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Friday, August 29, 2003
Freshchaos salutes a very old friend who is not only releasing his first official rock and roll cd this weekend, he is also moving next week from Albuquerque to NYC. Check out this review of his cd entitled, THIS GOOD LIFE.

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A newsflash from the war that is not a war...NAJAF, Iraq (AP) - A car bomb ripped through a crowd of worshippers leaving Iraq's holiest Shiite shrine after Friday prayers, killing at least 75 people . The bomb, which also wounded more than 140, detonated outside the Imam Ali mosque as Ayatollah Mohammed Baqir al-Hakim emerged after a delivering a sermon calling for Iraqi unity. The attack was viewed by many as an assassination.

And life goes on with no Americans killed in this latest of zillions of sad bad and let's get mad events in "W's' personal Montezuma's revenge.


I can't stop listening to the new NEIL YOUNG cd called greendale. I'm tinto a puddle of delight and totally caught up in this new rock opera cum short story narratvie history lesson of a fake town in a fake land with heartfelt reaslity too real to STOP LISTENING's some lyrics from what if anything is 'hit 45 single' potential...

"be the rain"
by neil young

save the planet for another day
"attention shoppers, buy with a conscience and save"
save the planet for another day
"save alaska! let the caribou stay"
don't care what the governments say
"they're all bought and paid for anyway"
save the planet for another day
"hey big oil, what do you say?"

we were runnin' through the night
never knowin' if we would see the light
paranoid schizophrenic visions
livin' in fear of the wrong decisions

we got to wake up
we got to keep goin'
if they follow us
there's no way of knowin'

we got a job to do
we got to
save mother earth

be the ocean when it meets the sky
"you can make a difference, if you really try"
be the magic in the northern lights
"six days....six nights"
be the river as it rolls along
"it has three eyed fish and it's smellin' strong"
be the rain you remember fallin'
"be the rain, be the rain"

yeah rain was fallin' and we're soakin' wet
hail is beatin' down on our heads
the wind is blowin' through our hair
faces frozen in the frigid air

we got to get there
we got to be there
before the big machines

we got a job to do
we got to
save mother earth

dream the hunter on the western plain
"the birds are all gone, where did they go?"
dream the fisherman in his boat
"he's comin' home empty, he's barely afloat"
dream the logger in the great northwest
"they're runnin' out of trees, they got to give it a rest"
(there's no other way to cut it)
dream the farmer in the old heartland
"corporate greed and chemicals are killin' the land"

next mornin' sun was up at dawn
she looked around and earth was gone
dark visions he had last night
he needed peace, he needed light

he heard the rumble and
he saw the big machines
the green army rose
it was a bad dream

he had a job to do
he had to
save mother earth

be the ocean when it meets the sky
"greek freighters are dumping crap somewhere right now"
be the magic in the northern lights
"the ice is melting!"
be the river as it rolls along
"toxic waste dumpin' from corporate farms"
be the rain you remember fallin'
"be the rain, be the rain"
save the planet for another day
"be the rain, be the rain"
be the river as it rolls along
"be the rain, be the rain"

'it's all one song'...thanks for more true life adventures Neil Dude.
Here's to Laboring Hard and singing songs aloud over and over and over...

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Thursday, August 28, 2003
This is not one of those summers of which we'll have fond memories. It's been hotter and dryer than ever. We've had fires along the Rio Grande in Albuquerque and in the mountains near Taos. Rape in our city has reached all-time highs. Beetles have been wreaking havoc on our pinon trees. (Although Beatle Ringo Starr really rocked in the week Monday at Sandia Casino!) And now we have several cases of West Nile Virus, including three fatalities.

The Capn, recently returned from vacationing in his hometown of Mosquitoville, Florida, was horrified to learn that the two species of mosquito which transmit the virus to birds, horses, and humans alike are fairly plentiful here in the high desert. Apparently they, too, are attracted to the dry heat. City of Albuquerque Bio-Disease Management lists the following as possible symptoms of West Nile Virus: stumbling, muscle weakness, partial paralysis, fever, convulsions, coma, and death. Death? That strikes me as more like a final result than a symptom!

What's a desert dweller to do? Among the recommendations: Stay indoors at dawn, dusk, and in the early evening. Wear long-sleeved shirts, long pants, and socks outdoors. (No problem. For days now we've been a whole degree or even two under triple-digit heat during the hours between dawn and dusk! However, Mr. Florida did bring rain and lower temperatures today, just as Mercury goes retrograde yet again. The connection? Hell, I don't know.) Also, the use of insect repellent products with no more than 35% DEET is recommended. (Ugh! Anything over 20% should be illegal! In fact, I rather thought it was.)

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HBLOWS now comes into our living room via crystal clear Directtv. It is our first move up from your basic satellite/cable...guess once a year you are entitled., I can see THE WIRE, an extreme cop show that is totally eggsellent. It was my kind Florida host, DR. EXTREME who last week hooked me so severely to THE WIRE . Thanks Doc; I'll send you the new D-TV billing statement.

And soon that 'dead people underground show', and the naked chicks in NYC show, and all the other fine HBLOWS' productions will come dancing in from outer space to our rooftop and living room with a new football season and new FREETV fall shows as well.

After lots of depressed barometric pressures, I am again restored, renewed, and ALIVE and SWELL in AMERIKA as I join the rest of the HBLOWS tv audience. I BELONG again.

AS-WE-SPEAK-and-breathe...The other half of the Jeff&Deb team is screaming from the tv viewing area. What's she saying...? No, it can't be true... is true...Great God Tamighty!! We gets da SUN-PRANCE channel too. Nudity and Redford's big moustache. OOH YES.

And, it was just a little too easy to add all this additional viewing pleasure.

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Wednesday, August 27, 2003
In the blue green surf of Florida , after every seventh comes a 'set of three'. These are the three that surfers and surf fisherman look for. They are usually larger and you have a three fold chance for a good ride or to have your surf rod and bait knocked out of ytour hands...

Since my return from Floriuda I have been riding up and crashing down through every wave but that perfect one. Water is a much needed thing. Water in dreams is the metaphysical plane for all things Emotional. I have in my head been singing over and over the lyrics...mother mother've seen it all...Finally today my lovely and delightful wifemate, pointed out to me that the title of the song with those Buffett lyrics is not entitled 'Mother' anything...It's called, A PIRATE LOOKS AT FORTY.

Those lyrics are where I am lately in this post war not a war era. Seeing so many condos and huge houses in the midst of my old 'get away' spots in North Florida did not help. My hometown has truly caught up with the rest of JEB's STATE. The environment is something to support our new homes and new cars . Ironically, my rental car had only forty miles on it. It was a brand spanking new VIBE. Yeah that name for a car or a suv or a fake station wagon or whatever kind of vehicle it was kind of says it all to me in 2003. Ooh...feel the vibes...pleasure yoourself now...cuz we're all gonna die any day now.

Those waves of emotion that are coming in sets of three and seven are pouring out of me from the depths of my heart in all that I have lost over that last years...mothers, fathers, brothers, and many ways and routes of a life that will never be again the way that it was.

No biggie. Just another pirate looking backasswards and rolling in waves that don't seem to end.

A Pirate Looks at Forty
[Jimmy Buffett 1974]

Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call
Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall
You’ve seen it all, you’ve seen it all

Watched the men who rode you switch from sails to steam
And in your belly you hold the treasures few have ever seen
Most of ’em dream, most of ’em dream

Yes I am a pirate, two hundred years too late
The cannons don’t thunder, there’s nothin’ to plunder
I’m an over-forty victim of fate
Arriving too late, arriving too late

I’ve done a bit of smugglin’, I’ve run my share of grass
I made enough money to buy miami, but I pissed it away so fast
Never meant to last, never meant to last

And I have been drunk now for over two weeks
I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks
But I got stop wishin’, got to go fishin’
Down to rock bottom again
Just a few friends, just a few friends

I go for younger women, lived with several awhile
Though I ran ’em away, they’d come back one day
Still could manage to smile
Just takes a while, just takes a while

Mother, mother ocean, after all the years I’ve found
My occupational hazard being my occupation’s just not around
I feel like I’ve drowned, gonna head uptown

I feel like I’ve drowned, gonna head uptown

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In concert news...WHAT's MY NAME? RINGO!!
Was repeated in voices mixed with wind and stars out over the high desert on Monday night at the Sandia Casino's outdoor amphitheater. It was my only encounter with a living Beatle and the night was a true gem. He opened with It don't come easy a song long on meaning in these Iraq Not-a-war-War days.

It don't come easy
You know it don't come easy
It don't come easy
You know it don't come easy

Got to pay your dues if you want to sing the blues
And you know it don't come easy
You don't have to shout or leap about
You can even play them easy
Forget about the past and all your sorrow
The future won't last
It will soon by your tomorrow

I don't ask for much
I only want trust
And you know it don't come easy
And this love of mine keeps growing all the time
And you know it just ain't easy
Open up your heart
Let's come together
Use a little luck
And we will make it work out better

Got to pay your dues if you want to sing the blues
And you know it don't come easy
You don't have to shout or leap about
You can even play them easy
Please remember peace is how we make it
Here within your reach
If you're big enough to take it

I don't ask for much
I only want trust
And you know it don't come easy
And this love of mine keeps growing all the time
And you know it don't come easy

And the show actually went up from there. Ringo loves giving time to others on stage and this group of ALL STARS had their chances to shine. Colin Hay added a few Men at Work songs that made me want to go from vinyl to cd and re-visit Men at Work. Paul Carrack from Mike and the Mechanics played as did Sheila E., Mark Rivera, and John Waite. Here comes the sun and With a little help from my friends were two favorites played with a crisp nostalgia.

It was the capn's first night back in the high desert from gator-infested-condo-land and a good reminder why he left behind all of the Sunshine State's glories for a place in the high desert.

And now for the female perspective:

A sign of a great concert: the women waiting in line for the restroom are happy - smiling and sharing accolades with complete strangers brought together by a musical high and full bladders. The line almost moved too quickly, interrupting enthusiastic reviews, but allowing openings for new streams of thought. We were all female, but otherwise a diverse group, and yet all in agreement: it was fun, surprising, nostalgic. The only complaint: some wished more Beatles songs had been performed. I wished I had a photo of Colin Hay looking perplexed and worried at the enormous speaker hanging overhead as it swung perilously in the wind. It never fell, unlike Ringo's cymbals, which were then righted and secured with sandbags. Ah, New Mexico.

Check into the MARS HOTEL at

Tonight is not only the dark of the moon, it is also just about as close as we get to Mars.

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Tuesday, August 26, 2003
This just in...that NYC Blackout photograph is a FAKE.

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Monday, August 25, 2003
Click this link for a satellite view of the NYC Blackout.

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Friday, August 22, 2003
Well, The Deb has been enjoying a few days OFF-line while Capn Chaos has been sailing the Floridian sea, but finally I am compelled to blog by the ever so ... uh ... winning comments of our elected and/or appointed officials.

Yesterday the Albuquerque Journal reported that rapes in our fair city have reached an all-time high of 350 this year to date. 73 rapes were reported in July alone - the highest monthly total ever. Could it be the unrelenting, record-breaking heatwave and drought, coupled with our current culture of disrespect for women's sexual boundaries? According to Bob Schwartz - former Bernalillo County District Attorney, failed gubernatorial candidate, and heavily mustachioed current top advisor on crime policy to the Governor - the problem is rap music. He was quoted as saying the following:

"The difference between rap and rape is one letter."

Of course, the same can be said about rock and cock, although I think maybe musical accompaniment is not a big consideration in cockfights. I am glad one of our top officials knows how to spell.

According to the FBI, in 2001 New Mexico rated third in reported rape per capita - behind Delaware and Michigan. I wasn't aware that rap music was that popular in Delaware. I mean ... Delaware!

In other quotable news, our fearless, one-letter leader W today stated, "We're tracking down former thugs - or current thugs of former regimes, like Chemical Ali ... and ...uh ... we're winning."

EGG-SA-LAD! Now what do we get?!

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Monday, August 18, 2003
If you can't go to Disneyworld, you can always rent a Bobcat or a tractor.

I had the time of my life this past weekend moving piles of what is known in the trades as 3/4 crush (a bunch of gravel to the rest of us) and crusher/fine (smaller rocks crushed for a finer flavor) all around a huge parking lot at the AirDance ArtSpace which, though still not OPEN to the public, is at least starting to look pretty darn good.

Conceivably the next time it rains here in the high desert (we are scheduled for some rain in February of 2004), cars won't sink in the parking area we call 'the swamp'. Though my aged bones are a bit sore from stomping on the gas (er...diesel) and from manipulating the 'loaders' up and down and all around, it was a satisfying job with much fun for all.

Our little neighborhood is more quiet than it has been for awhile. All the little munchkins have already gone back to school (Public School at least) . After a career of teaching, I will always be aware of the 'teaching cycles' of the year and now that my 'classroom' is the world itself, I can enjoy the coming of autumn without a daily 'lesson plan' in mind.

We have a bunch of pumpkins growing in our little Bunny Garden (so named for its patented 'bunny compost' from Bunnytown. This, in itself, is no biggie except that they are all growing five feet off the ground on a fence where the vines cling. Cool...until they become gigantic yellow/orange fence dwellers.

Here's an early salute to the coming of autumn. I am off to my hometown of Jacksonville, Florida for a taste of swimming pools and oceanic vistas. A much needed thing for a desert dweller. I am taking the new double cd Thirty Year Anniversary Lynyrd Skynryd with me. Somehow loud Lynyrd, cold beer, and lots of guns always work well for me in JAX. And yes, Leonard Skinner, a realtor cum high school coach at Jacksonville's Lee High School, is probably still pissed off at the band for using his name (sort of). Back soon with stories to tell perhaps. Freshchaos is in the hands of the more beautiful half of the Jeff & Deb on the web combo.

Here's the latest weather/webcams in North Florida (aka 'First Coast')

Doppler Radar


Beach Webcams

Hurricane Guide

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Thursday, August 14, 2003
Looks like our fears of not being able to watch our television sets is HERE NOW cuz the aliens have landed in New England. Or maybe it was just an ALIEN FLY-BY. Amazing the beauty of candles and cooking our meals without microwaves. Romantic maybe but tonight I am glad to be living where the mighty Electrical Gods are happy with their currents.

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"What I'll give you since you asked" is this:
Freshchaos did NOT have anything to do with the current power outages.

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Now here's an interesting post-to-mid-war website about our hero Lt. Dan W Bushmeister called; subtle, it ain't.

This site reminds me of a recently viewed postcard showing this suave circa 50's dude smoking a cig with words," Marijuana: at least it's not CRACK. I'd have to agree. In the past three years I have come across some surprising 'plain Jane's' who are in fact addicted to crack. A scary monster it must be.

By the way...if you are a young, vibrant, or old guy or suave gal using the Macintosh OSX system then this site is for you, You can get a hint or three; or add your own Hints!! All still for free, FREE, free. So feel FREE.

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Tuesday, August 12, 2003
Call it what you will:Back to School DAZE, Dog Days of Summer, Post War DAZE... the crowds at Wallie World, out on the road, at home, or abroad, ALL seem to be a bit STRESSED OUT!!

If you think you are a bit stressed...Take this DOLPHIN STRESS TEST.

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This just in...On Sunday the Discovery Channel opened this year's Shark Week with Anatomy of a Shark Attack, which was fascinating, graphic, bizarre, and undoubtedly equipped with a monstrous budget. It got us thinking of the shark's closest land relative ... the SCHIPPERKE!

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Being a hum* and an airplane freak, I was awakened this morning by an odd sounding helicopter. Hmmm,it's not LifeGuard 1 (UNM Hospital), Not Air 1 (APD copter), not a newsie chopper; Gotta be the Prez is in town! I thought to myself. Nope, 'tis the Dick, Cheney-mon.

The Secret Service Helicopter is distinctively LARGE . It is painted a pale blue and white, in the mode of all the Air Force Ones, the Presidential planes. There is a photograph of the Secret Service Helicopter in a 'Freshchaos Special Report' President Bush Comes to Albuquerque.

Sure enough Uncle Dick is eating his way through some fresh green chile and touring a few Republican bastions in the Land of Enchantment, whilst his younger cohort basks in the cow smells of Crawford , Texas on one of his Super Vacations.

New Mexico and Texas are neighbors but not the friendliest of neighbors. Jokes about Texans are a dime a dozen here. Perhaps Texan's joke about Okies similarly. Surely they don't joke about us Nuevos Mexicanos's.

Maybe the high altitude will clear Dick's brain a bit. Maybe not. Traffic is sure to be tied up today near the Interstates. Amazing to me how many cops, troopers, and $$$ is spent whenever our nation's presidents travel...even before 911...was there really a 'before 911' when it comes to Presidents...

I am mindful of seeing a number of Pres's 'on tour'. Here's a reprint a poem I wrote after seeing Ronnie Ray-guns ...

Refrain for the Corporate Puppet

Say a prayer for the limousined man
Say a prayer for the incubated man
The man looking backward
The man laughing at the crowd

Say a prayer for the red-faced ferrets riding limos
Say a prayer for the hospitality kitchens of the world
Street cornered and hungry factory girls and boys
Easy targets for limousined string pullers

Say a prayer for Presidents
who swing on cowboy boots
who laugh red-faced behind steel glass visions
from inside enormous embryonic cars
flown in fromthe capitals of the world

Say a prayer for the limousined man
so important he needs a gunship
to chop open the sky
wherever he goes
with Greyhounds of Press and soldiers
and televisions and all of us waiting

Jeff Hartzer

*In Theater/stage parlance a 'squint' is a light guy/wo-guy ; a 'hum' is a sound tech. In actuality, capnchaos is both a squint and a hum. He is so sensitive, it hurts. A sensitive old New Age guy?

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Sunday, August 10, 2003
In the silk slipstream of dawn
I await the streamliner's silver flash
and slip into your veiled mind
with all of the ambition of a slug on Slim Fast.


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Saturday, August 09, 2003
All it takes is 65 signatures and $3500.oo to run with The Terminator, Larry Flynt, and five hundred other queer folk in California's big race of the moment. I'm in! Capnchaos for Governor...And What does Ah-nold Stand for?

Killing me softly: there is a new campaign to use a kinder, gentler, machine gun hand on/with the citizens of Iraq by USA soldiers. For some inane (insane?) reason, it is called the softly campaign. After telling us this on the TV news, the camera shows several dead bodies with cold feet haning out and a soldier in full camouflage gear (for the streets of Iraq) stating : "They know the rules; they broke them; they paid with their lives."

'Kinder and gentler' for sure but 'softly' , I don't know. Mighty dead civilians there , Bob.

And, Howard Dean...does he suck? Or not suck?

KOSMIC Kharma? A huge number of our troops have mysteriously contracted pneumonia while on duty in Iraq. Cause: officially unknown. Odd.

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Former New Mexico LOBO basketball coach, Dave Bliss, has quit his job as Head Basketball Coach for Baylor following massive weirdness there. A dead ball player and mega payoffs of tuition by 'third parties'. For once something horrible has occurred to a team other than the Lobo's. Old Dave isn't looking so good. He left our state in fairly good standing. Guess the move to Texas wasn't his cup of tea.

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Thursday, August 07, 2003
A member of the Chaos General Staff , just back from Californ-IA, sent in this photograph of green grass and an eX-prez's gravesite marker. I guess Richard M. really is gone forever. And, as we all know , he was not a crook.
His epitaph is pretty goddamned ironic: The greatest honor history can bestow is the title of PEACEMAKER. did history bestow that honor on Tricky Dick? I ain't so sure.
Thanks to DrXtreme for sending us proof of one 'Presidential conclusion'.

FRESHCHAOS is undergoing continued changes in part due to the remarkable ideas found on the remarkably amazing 3 ring circus of a web-blog site where things are a constantly changing...yes, we are referring to

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Wednesday, August 06, 2003
This just in:
Gram Parsons graduated from my high school one year ahead of me. I was able to interview him and his band of the moment, The Byrds, for our school newspaper after a show in Charlottesville, Virginia. The article below was sent to us from a Chaos General Staff member, also a Parsons' fan. My attemps to merely link to the story were foiled by the evil owners of the Orlando Sentinel. Here is a partial text of the actual story. capnchaos.

Infamous Angel
[a Gram Parsons' story By Jim Abbott of the 'Orlando Sentinel']
Philip Kaufman had made a promise to a friend, and on this September evening he planned to make good on it. So he borrowed a broken-down hearse with no license plate, tossed in a case of beer and a couple of bottles of liquor and drove to Los Angeles International Airport to steal the body of Gram Parsons. Kaufman, Parsons' road manager affectionately known as "the road mangler," almost lost his considerable nerve when a cop had to help push-start the wreck.

But all that drama was behind them now, parked next to imposing Cap Rock in the desert quiet of Joshua Tree National Park. Parsons, one of the first "hippie singers" to combine country and rock, used to go to Joshua Tree a lot. He'd smoke marijuana, look for UFOs and talk about music with his buddy Keith Richards. Other times he'd talk about wanting to fly above the desert like a bird.

Back on earth that night, 30 years ago now, Kaufman left a can of beer in the casket, doused the body with gasoline and lit a match. The fire ball was visible for miles. "His ashes went straight up in the sky like a little dust devil," Kaufman remembers. "There was nothing left but bones and brass." That and the legacy of a promising young singer that stretches around the world.

Parsons died at 26 on Sept. 19, 1973, in Room 8 at the Joshua Tree Inn after a binge of drugs and alcohol. As the 30th anniversary of his death approaches, a feature film, a BBC documentary and more tributes are in the works. His short life was framed by immense wealth and relentless tragedy, the kind reserved for characters in a Tennessee Williams play.

He was born Ingram Cecil Connor III in Winter Haven, but before he finished high school his stepfather would make sure that a new last name -- Parsons -- was emblazoned on his birth certificate. Death and drinking stalked the family, undercutting the advantages of his mother's hefty inheritance as heir to the Snively citrus dynasty. It's tempting to imagine those circumstances inspired Parsons' passion for the heartbreaking country songs he did with the International Submarine Band, the Byrds, the Flying Burrito Brothers and the Fallen Angels.

In retrospect, no one who knew him is surprised that Gram Parsons died so young. "He was almost destined, like Jimi Hendrix and Jim Morrison, to come for a short period," Kaufman says. "They did their work, and they were taken away."

Gram Parsons' introduction to rock 'n' roll was in Waycross, Ga., where his father, Ingram Cecil "Coon Dog" Connor, was stationed with the Army Air Corps. That's where 9-year-old Gram met Elvis Presley, backstage after a concert at Waycross City Auditorium on Feb. 22, 1956. His contented life in Waycross was shattered two years later when his father committed suicide just a few days before Christmas. Gram's mother, Avis, took the boy and his younger sister, "Little" Avis, back to Winter Haven. There she sank deeper into alcoholism and eventually married Bob Parsons.

Avis died on Gram's high school graduation day. By that time, backyard concerts had flowered into a potential music career. At Winter Haven High School, Parsons became well-known as a member of the Legends, a rock band that included future pop stars Jim Stafford and Kent LaVoie, who later scored radio hits under the stage name Lobo. Lake County musician Jim Carlton, a longtime fixture in Central Florida listening rooms, also was in the Legends.

Not an academic star at the Bolles School in Jacksonville, where he transferred for his senior year, Gram nevertheless gained admission to Harvard on the strength of an inventive essay. It reflected the sense of humor that helped him cope with an alcoholic mother. "She was such a sweet woman, but when she got drunk she got mean as hell," Leedy says. "She got up in morning and had a Bloody Mary before breakfast, then there were gin and tonics all afternoon. She'd play bridge in the evening when she'd start the martinis, and by 8 o'clock she was out of it."

If his was a troubled childhood, Gram showed no signs of it on stage at the Derry Down, where he refined an obvious talent for showmanship. Carlton used a reel-to-reel recorder to tape Gram's first appearance there, on Dec. 20, 1964, with the folk group the Shilos. The band performed a mixture of traditional folk and gospel songs such as "On My Journey Home" and "Didn't They Crucify my Lord'" in the style of the Kingston Trio.

Paul Surratt, who played banjo in the Shilos, remembers the first time Parsons added his harmonies to the group. Four voices suddenly sounded like six. "We hit one note and just looked at each other," he remembers. "It's like when that one guy in a group changes the drum beat or guitar style or harmony, and all of a sudden it works. That's what happened." There's debate about whether Gram Parsons deserves credit for inventing country-rock. Parsons didn't like the term country-rock, preferring to call his sound "Cosmic American Music."

After a magical collaboration yielded the Burritos' brilliant debut, The Gilded Palace of Sin, Parsons became enamored of the Rolling Stones. He hung with the band during sessions for Let It Bleed and is thought to have lent uncredited harmonies to "Sweet Virginia" on Exile on Main St. He was considered a possible replacement for Mick Taylor, but ultimately it was the band's lifestyle that made an irrevocable impact on Parsons.

"It is a spiritual path, the way Gram was upholding acts like the Louvin Brothers as well as writing his own songs. A spiritual element very much alive when he hooked up with Emmy. It did expand Emmylou into the roots of real country music, and from there to what rock and roll really is." A contemporary of Texas troubadour Townes Van Zandt, Crowell also saw in Parsons a distinctive Southern style. "Gram Parsons was the first kind of long-haired alternative artist that really was Southern in his veins. It resonated, and I think it was charismatic."

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(George Carlin)

1. Throw out nonessential numbers. This includes age, weight and height.
Let the doctor worry about them. That is why you pay him/her.

2. Keep only cheerful friends. The grouches pull you down.

3. Keep learning. Learn more about the computer, crafts, gardening, whatever.
Never let the brain idle. " An idle mind is the devil's workshop."
And the devil's name is Alzheimer's.

4. Enjoy the simple things.

5. Laugh often, long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath.

6. The tears happen. Endure, grieve, and move on.
The only person who is with us our entire life, is ourselves.
Be ALIVE while you are alive.

7. Surround yourself with what you love, whether it's family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever. Your home is your refuge.

8. Cherish your health: If it is good, preserve it. If it is unstable, improve it.
If it is beyond what you can improve, get help.

9. Don't take guilt trips.
Take a trip to the mall, to the next county, to a foreign country,
but NOT to where the guilt is.

10. Tell the people you love that you love them, at every opportunity.

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Monday, August 04, 2003
In case you were wondering...Several entries ago, I commented on my search for replaciong a bench seat with bucket seats in my wife's truck and how my search took me to see the 'newness' of the 'oldness' of 'junk' yards. And about how I just couldn't spend three hundred Amerikan dollars per seat, for blood-soaked-death-chairs crunched amidst the broken glass of nightmarish wrecked trucks...

So...I finally went to our local THRIFTY NICKEL free weekly 'classified' newspaper and found a guy 'parting out' an old Chevy BLAZER which I discovered on my own time in the car reasearch dept. of Freshchaos,to be the very same as a Chevy S-10...I got two seats for the total price of fifty dollars from an unwrecked vehicle (even threw in FIVE dollars for the guy's help in removing them) and yesterday installed said seats in what was formerly a bench seat in my wife's Sonoma.

The result: comfortable and groovy red leather seats that currently smell like , ahh, well I just can't describe what they smell like. So far though, they look good but, to say they have that new car smell would be a stretch. My wife's approval of them is ,oh, let's just say a bit tenative so far.

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Seen recently...Our President stating that :"I am mindful that we are all sinners."
I can not believe that, that man is the President of our country. My de-nial is not a river in Jamaica. I got nothing against Jesus. But what a statement for our President to make. Oh, and it was in regard to gay marriages.

Most recent fun tv/cable show..RENO 911. I have always been a sort of redneck (hell dudes/dudettes, I was a born in Jacksonville, Florida... 'Just can't hep mysef'.) lover of beer and COPS, scanners, arson, fishin', loud Lynnyrd and shootin' guns. In my ernest (ha-ha) opinion, this take off on Fox's COPS is great.

In other cable shows, MONK and NIPTUCK are also good but each takes a bit more thought and intelligence to watch. Along with my redneck tendencies go my obsessive compulsive ones, so MONK strikes a pretty deep cord. NIPTUCK's opener was pretty intense. Might of lost a few billion viewers who expected a lot of look-sees at BREASTS and came away instead with an intelligent (huh?) piece on the humaneness and insanity of doctors and the medical profession coupled with HMO-dom in the new millennium.

So Ari Fleischer is out. This is a good thing when you consider that his name means BUTCHER: one who works with meat. And now the digestive trac-tor, COLIN POWELL is also leaving. But just as long as we remain aware that "we are all sinners;" I guess Jesus and SATAN will understand.

And that guy who owns HUSTLER (old Mr. Larry Flintage) is running for Gov. of California!! GEESE LOUIGEE!! How great is that? Women are taking lessons in pole dancing and a whole century's worth of women's rights are no more than a gushing waterfall down our drains.

Thank God and HIS angels for President G. W. Bush.
If he sees a second term, it is no one's fault but your's and mine. Not that at the moment any of his Democratic opponents seem all that great either. But...

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This just in...
Subject:  Mark your calendars!!!!
Never again in your lifetime will the Red Planet be so  spectacular! This month and next month the Earth is catching up with Mars, an encounter that will culminate in the closest approach between the two planets in recorded history. The next time Mars may come this close is in 2287. Due to the way Jupiter's gravity tugs on Mars and perturbs its orbit, astronomers can only be certain that Mars has not come this close to Earth in the last 5,000 years but it may be as long as 60,000 years. The encounter will culminate on August 27th when Mars comes to within 34,649,589 miles and will be (next to the moon) the brightest object in the night sky. It will attain a magnitude of -2.9 and will appear 25.11 arc seconds wide. At a modest 75-power magnification Mars will look as large as the full moon to the naked eye. Mars will be easy to spot. At the beginning of August, Mars will rise in the east at 10 p.m. and reach its azimuth at about 3 a.m.  By the end of August when the two planets are closest,

Mars will rise at nightfall and reach its highest point in the sky at 12:30 a.m. That's pretty convenient when it comes to seeing something that no human has seen in recorded history. So mark your calendar at the beginning of August to see Mars grows progressively brighter and brighter throughout the month.  Share with your children and grandchildren.  No one  alive today will ever see this again.

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Friday, August 01, 2003
On this first day of August,
Freshchaos BIRTHDAY Greetings go out to:
Herman Melville, Claudius I, Francis Scott Key, Joseph Hirschorn, Dom De Luise and most especially to...

Even W extends his psychedelic cheesy greeting card smile to Jerry.

For the greatest and latest in times that are a changin' (or aren't)...please check out this site from-the-world-of-blog. It is so chock full of freshchaos that it boggles the mind.
It is called, achangintimes.

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So much Chaos,
So little time.

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