Bob Dylan honored as 2015 MusiCares Person of the Year

     Singer-songwriter and living legend Bob Dylan was honored as 2015 MusiCares Person of the Year at MusiCares 25th anniversary tribute in Los Angeles. A series of great performances were given by a large and varied number of artists including Norah Jones, Beck, Tom Jones, Alanis Morissette, Willie Nelson, Crosby, Stills & Nash, Bonnie Raitt; Bruce Springsteen,  Susan Tedeschi, Derek Trucks,  Jack White, and Neil Young. As well as singer/songwriter Jackson Browne and singer/songwriter John Doe. Former U.S. President Jimmy Carter presented the award to Bob Dylan.


     Jack White did his Dylan Cover of 'One More Cup of Coffee'. Here's Jack & Bob together doing one of Jack's old White Stripes songs, 'Ball and Biscuit".

Don from Dodge City, Ken Kesey & Missile Silo LSD: Part II

photo by TinoStrauss

      Don would be back soon. He had to leave town. Where he had to go was, of course, always an unknown. "Soon" of course was always a relative term. Considering our anxious excitement and the fact that we had smoked our last joint before arriving in town, "soon" could be a short lifetime. The few people milling around the apartment had asked us if we had joint as soon as we sat down, so, no luck there. We sat nervously smoking cigarettes, made small talk. I look about the apartment, occasionally enjoying the view out the third floor windows. Finally my eyes fixed themselves on the aquarium that sat across the room from me, when a young man that looked like a high school football star turned junkie walked up and ask me
     "Have you seen my piranhas?"   
     "I was just looking at them." I replied.
     "Wanna see something cool?" he asked leaning his head toward me while simultaneously searching for something around the fish tank.
     "Sure man!" Fuck yes, I wanted to see. Whatever the man with the piranhas and the crazed, bulging eyes considered cool was bound to be interesting.
     "Have you ever watched piranhas feed?" he questioned with the attention seeking voice of a young child.
I had to admit that I never had.
     He produced a chunk of some unidentifiable flesh and tossed it into the the tank. The piranhas urgently formed a swarm as they competed for the chunk. Stretching it, taring, chomping until it was quickly reduced to foggy little bits floating in the water. The fish calmed, leisurely swimming and languidly swallowing the remains. Although their movements projected a mind at ease I could catch them now and then peering around the tank or outside through the glass. Their eyes still were fresh, filled with blood and fire. Satisfied but not sated with the kill. Every itch at their core cried out for more. They were driven more by conquest than hunger. Restless legionaries, they waited for the next opportunity to strike.
     "Pretty cool huh!?!"
     "Fuck yeah man."
     "Wanna see something else?" an eagerness drove his voice.
     "Hell yes!" as I said this, without looking, I could feel a certain air of tension begin to fill the room. I sensed that maybe this fish-play hadn't always ended well, but if someone was going to stop it I was not going to be the one. He grabbed another chunk of flesh. This time the piece was thinner, longer. It was mostly grey other than the veins and oozing blood.
     "If you hold it above the water they'll jump out to get it!" this time his boyish glee was matched by my own.
    "Sweet! Go for it man!"
    Jack was at ease, still stoned, alternating between conversation and looking out the windows, watching the tops of trees sway with the wind. The tension in the room had never been thick but it was there and it remained. Despite it's presence no one motioned or a made a comment. Anyway, it didn't matter. Me and the Piranha Man were on to something.
    He held the flesh out, a good 1/2 foot or so over the water. The fish warriors had been waiting. They sprang from the water one at a time. Each taking his turn. The last piranha perhaps to eager or just plain greedy leap to far, clamping his jaw at the Piranha Man's hand, puncturing it with each of it's tiny razor blade teeth.
     "Motherfucker!" he shouted, stomping his foot and grabbing hold of his hand.
     It was a skillful bite. He was bleeding pretty good.
     "You fucking! You ungrateful fucking fish!" he shouted again and spun toward the aquarium throwing his bleeding hand down into the water, thrashing about wildly. The fish scurried about as he hunted down the offender. Fractions of a second passed by before he was clutching hold of the fish. He tried slip through the hand but it was no use. The Piranha Man had won the battle before it began. He scooped the fish out of the water as quickly as he hand plunged his hand in, tossed the fish against the wall where it bounced back as if made from rubber, after the bounce, in a flash, caught the fish once again turned the fish around to face him.
He held the piranha inches away from his face and spoke with a calm, cruel voice, each word calculated and measured like some loving yet psychopathic father.
     "Welcome to my world!" he said, and tossed the fish back into the water.
     The door to the apartment swung open. Jack and I turned to look at the man that came prancing through. Don had arrived.