The Acid Rock Scene of 1966-1967 – An extract from Rock Routes – a book on Rock Music by Opher Goodwin

Everything you ever wanted to know about Rock Music –

The Acid Rock Scene of 1966-1967

By 1966 the Hippie sub-culture of Haight-Ashbury had become more than a minor cult. It had begun to attract in huge numbers of followers and grown into a thriving community with idealistic aspirations and a peaceful message that was both simple and revolutionary and about to engulf the whole globe with its message of ‘Peace and Love’. Its bands were Country Joe & the Fish, Jefferson Airplane, It’s a Beautiful Day, Big Brother and the Holding Company (with Janis Joplin), Quicksilver Messenger Service, Blue Cheer and the Grateful Dead. A similar scene, with a slightly harder vibe, had grown up in Los Angeles involving Captain Beefheart, Frank Zappa’s Mother’s of Invention, the Byrds, the Doors, Steppenwolf, and Love. While these scenes were largely autonomous there was a degree of interchange.

This came to be known as Acid Rock.

It was on the brink of exploding both on to the national charts and to rule the Underground Rock Scene.

The first thing you noticed about this style of music was the completely different sound created by the guitars. They soared, shrill with piercing energy. The second difference was in the lyrical content which was full of drug references, peace philosophy, politics and anti-war statements.

At the same time the British Underground was getting under way and the two scenes became intertwined, feeding off each other and vying to get further out. As the bands travelled, toured and intermingled they learnt from each other and despite their very different cultural and musical backgrounds began to get more and more closely aligned. They dug each other and were turned on by each other.

 

San Francisco

 

In San Francisco the top bands started getting recording contracts with the major record companies. The record companies had realised that there was a new scene to exploit and wanted in on the action. Unlike with earlier problems with groups like the Charlatans they began, mainly because nobody understood what to do with them, to be given a far greater freedom of expression in the studio. This enabled them to experiment and developed their sound even more. One of the first was Jefferson Airplane who featured Grace Slick on vocals. They played a Folksy Acid Rock on albums like Jefferson Airplane Takes Off, Surrealistic Pillow, After Bathing at Baxters, Crown of Creation, Bless its Little Pointed Head and Volunteers. Their double sided single ‘White Rabbit/Somebody to Love’ became massive. ‘White Rabbit’, with its Lewis Carrol allusions, was a classic LSD trip inspired song. The band reflected the current counter-culture philosophy and aligned itself fully with the culture it had emanated from. They performed at all major Haight-Ashbury events performing many free concerts in the Golden Gate Park. With their long hair, flowing multicoloured robes and ground-breaking light shows they set the scene.

Another big favourite was Country Joe and the Fish. They evolved out of the Instant Action Jug Band and were more overtly political right from the start with their ‘I Feel Like I’m Fixin’ to Die Rag’, ‘Tricky Dickie’, ‘Superbird’, ‘The bomb song’, ‘Who am I’ and ‘Untitled protest’. Their act was also infused with druggie songs such as ‘Grace’ (about Grace Slick), ‘Janis’ (Janis Joplin), ‘Bass Strings’, ‘Magoo’, ‘The Marijuana chant’ and ‘The Acid Commercial’. They released three groundbreaking albums – ‘Electric Music for the body and mind’, ‘I feel like I’m fixin’ to die’ and ‘Together’ before running out of steam.

Big Brother & the Holding Company were one of the earliest bands on the scene but were pushed into the background as Janis Joplin, the lead singer, was given more prominence. They made early recordings without her and later ones after she’d gone that showed that they were a lot more than a mere backing band. Yet it was the album ‘Cheap Thrills’ with its cartoon cover featuring Janis singing numbers like Big Mama Thornton’s ‘Ball and Chain’ and the incredible ‘Piece of my heart’ that was their apotheosis.  Janis went on to have a tragically short solo career recording ‘Dem ol’ Kosmic Blues Again Mama’ and hits with numbers like ‘Me and Bobby McGhee’.

The Grateful Dead were legends before their time. They actually blended R&B and Country in their early incarnations and started as Mother McCrees Uptown Jug Champions before morphing into the R&B Warlocks and meeting up with Kesey for the Acid Tests. They epitomised the San Francisco philosophy, living in a house on the Haight in what was a commune, consuming shit-loads of drugs and devising a stage act with the state of the art light show, long improvised numbers complete with Jerry Garcia’s oscillating feedback. They gathered a fanatical following but somehow failed to capture the complete magic of their stage act on record; their best being ‘The Grateful Dead’, ‘Live Dead’ and ‘Anthem of the Sun’.

Blue Cheer was a heavy unit named after a brand of LSD produced by Owsley. They were part of the heavy, psyched out power trio style that spawned Heavy Metal. Their extremely heavy version of Eddie Cochran’s ‘Summertime Blues’ was the highlight of their first album Vincebus Eruptum.

The Quicksilver Messenger Service produced long psychedelic improvised versions of R&B numbers like Bo Diddley’s ‘Mona’ and the wonderful ‘Who do you love’. Their apotheosis was the album ‘Happy Trails’. After that they suffered a number of drug busts and the band fell apart.

Moby Grape was created by Skip Spence who was the Jefferson Airplane’s original drummer and was launched on a major hype. They had a huge party complete with the handing out of gimmicks and decals to signal the release of their album and simultaneous release of all ten tracks as 5 singles. All five flopped and they suffered a loss of street cred from which they never recovered.

 

Los Angeles

 

The LA music scene was centred on the Sunset Strip with a number of small clubs like London Fog, Ciros and the Whiskey a Go Go. The alternative community would travel in from centres like Venice in order to sample the wares of these Acid Rock Bands.

One of the earliest bands on the scene were Captain Beefheart and His Magic and. The Captain – Don Van Vliet – had been to school with Frank Zappa. They’d formed a leather-jacketed R&B/Doo-Wop band in the late 1950s which had terrorised everyone and got nowhere.

He changed his name to Captain Beefheart (from a musical play he put together with Frank Zappa) put together the Magic Band and had a minor hit with Bo Diddley’s ‘Diddy Wah Diddy’ in 1965. Their early style was very Blues based but was also extremely original and his stage act at that time can be heard on the Mirrorman album which was released in 1969. Beefheart’s voice was said to be the most powerful in Rock with its huge range. The first album featured Ry Cooder on guitar and was called Safe as Milk. They followed up with Strictly Personal with its much debated psychedelic phasing and released the incredible Trout Mask Replica produced by Frank Zappa – probably the most innovative album of all time. Beefheart claimed that the music came out of the dessert and that none of the musicians could play and that he’d taught them from scratch so that they could play this new type of music. He claimed that experienced musicians could not be trained to play this way. All of the band were given new names – Zoot Horn Rollo, Rockette Morton, Drumbo, Winged Eel Fingerling, Mascara Snake and Antennae Jimmy Semens. Trout Mask Replica was the result of the band being isolated in a big house and practicing endlessly for hour after hour. Don was not weird. He only called in a tree surgeon because he was concerned that the music might be having a detrimental effect on the trees around the house who might get frightened of the loud music. He also claimed to have written all the songs on the double album in one day. When sarcastically asked why it had taken him so long he replied that he wrote them on the piano and he’d never played a piano before. The band was one of the most brilliant, weird and exciting live acts. The standard of brilliance lasted right through to 1980, despite Don’s reputation as being impossible to work with and a changing set of musicians. Don then went off to have a second career as an artist.

The Mothers of Invention were another early band and the brain-child of Frank Zappa. One of his early incarnations was a band he formed in 1964 called Soul Giants. He was always messing about with sound in his home-made studio but following a run-in with the Vice Squad over the manufacture of a sex tape that earned him three years of probation and furnished him with the Suzy Creamcheese idea. The Mothers, as they were originally called before the record company added the ‘Of Invention’ in order to avoid any suggestion of offensiveness, were an outrageous group of individuals who used theatre, satire, and strong political overtones flouting all conventions in the process. Uniquely their roots were not so much in R&B but a strange mixture of 1950s Doo-Wop, avante-garde experimental classical and sleazy Jazz. Their first two albums were ‘Freak-Out’ and ‘Absolutely Free’ and featured a variety of tracks such as ‘Who are the Bain Police?’ and the satirical ‘Brown Shoes don’t make it’. Their outstanding masterpiece was ‘We’re only in it for the money’ which was a gatefold take-off of Srgt Peppers featuring the band in drag. It sent up the whole hippie phenomenon with ‘Hey Punk’ and had numerous other highly original tracks along with a unique cut up presentation.

The Byrds started out based at Ciros on the Strip and broke nationally with their FolkRock electrical presentations of Dylan numbers in 1965. By 1966 they were entrenched in the counter-culture with a series of psychedelic albums like Fifth Dimension, Younger than Yesterday and Notorious Byrd Brothers and druggie singles like ‘8 miles high’. They were an important precursor to the whole West Coast sound as well as stimulating Dylan to turn electric. They then went on to unfortunately add Gram Parson’s to their line-up to pave the way for Country Rock putting an end to their psychedelic brilliance. The Notorious Byrd Brothers was their apotheosis.

Love formed in LA in 1965 out of a Garage Punk Band called Grass Roots and were the first of the new Acid Rock Bands to get themselves signed up to a major company – the highly rated Elektra. They were a strange mixture of aggressive Punk sound and light almost folksy melodies. They released four brilliant albums – Love, Da Capo, Forever Changes and Four Sail and achieved moderate commercial success. The song writing of Bryan Maclean and Arthur Lee created a range of incredible songs that ranged from punchy hard hitting to mellow and beautiful. Their album ‘Forever Changes’ is consistently voted one of the best of all time. They were torn apart by heroin addiction and Arthur went on to serve a long jail sentence for fire-arm offences.

The Doors were formed after a chance meeting between Jim Morrison and Ray Manzarek on Venice beach in 1965. Jim was studying film at UCLA and Ray already had a band called Rick and the ravens. Ray was greatly impressed with Jim’s poetry and philosophy and they put the band together. The name – the Doors – was taken from Aldous Huxley’s ‘Doors of Perception’ which in turn was borrowed from William Blake’s poem ‘The Marriage of Heaven & Hell’. Jim had this idea that you could break through this mirage of reality into a greater reality. He certainly tried his hardest to test the limits of his mind with acid, hash and alcohol.

Their music was a fusion of Jazz, Rock and Blues featuring Robbie Kreiger’s unique slide guitar sound while Manzarek not only did the swirly organ bits but also provided the intricate bass lines. Robbie Densmore was an extremely inventive drummer who provided a range of interesting rhythms, including Latin American. The result of marrying Jim’s poetry to this was an extremely varied style. They could produce driving Rock and heavy Blues as well as long extended psychedelic stuff all very listenable and commercially successful while containing an edge that kept them at the forefront of the counter-culture. They were extreme and dangerous if a little unpredictable.

They quickly gained a residency at the London Fog on the Sunset Strip and quickly moved on to take over the Whiskey A Go Go. They built up a strong following who were enthralled with their performances while driving the management bananas in fear of getting themselves closed down because of Jim’s use of expletives and extreme content and behaviour. Jim was often very stoned or drunk and tried to push things further ad further creating his Greek Adonis stage act to elongated freaked out Blues numbers and Jim’s poetic interpretations of his own epic stuff such as ‘The End’, ‘Break on through to the other side’ and ‘When the Music’s over’.

The lyrics Jim produced were extremely erotic and Jim’s stage act was often spellbinding. The band had a strong political sense that came through strongly on numbers like ‘Unknown Soldier’ and ‘Five to one’.

They became signed to the prestigious Elektra label and released a number of excellent albums and singles – ‘The Doors’, ‘Strange Days’, ‘Waiting for the sun’, ‘The Soft Parade’ and ‘Morrison Hotel’. Jim got himself charged with lewd behaviour and incitement to riot after seemingly exposing himself on stage. His subsequent death in Paris was shrouded in mystery. He is supposed to have died in the bath from alcohol or drugs or heart failure or even electrocution from an electric fire that was accidentally knocked into the water. We’ll never know because a doctor quickly filled out the death certificate without carrying out a post mortem and he was buried the next day before anyone actually saw the body. It sparked tales of Jim, having become disillusioned with the life of a Rock Star, engineering the whole thing and taking himself off to Africa in complete anonymity.

The Doors were probably the most successful of all the Acid Rock Bands.

Buffalo Springfield was also formed in Los Angeles in 1965 when Folk musicians Stephen Stills, Neil Young, and Ritchie Furay met up and decided to form a band. Legend has it that Stills and Furay were stuck in a traffic jam on an LA Freeway and saw Neil’s hearse up ahead and jumped out of their ca to run over to him and get him to join. Neil had come down from Canada to Los Angeles to find them but had been unable to make contact and had decided to head back to Canada. They took their name from the manufacturer of a steamroller that was working in the road outside where they were staying. Buffalo Springfield were launched on to the LA Scene. They were immediately successful and got signed up to release 3 albums before friction between Stills and Young broke them up. Their most successful songs were ‘For what it’s worth’, ‘Broken arrow’, Expecting to fly’, ‘Bluebird’, ‘Rock ‘n’ Roll woman’ and ‘Mr Soul’.

The death of Buffalo Springfield signalled the birth of Crosby, Stills and Nash. This happened when Stills got together with David Crosby from the Byrds and Graham Nash from the Hollies at John Sebastian’s house. They started jamming around and found that their harmonies really gelled. Graham had come across to the West Coast after getting fed up with the Hollies commercial trivia and leapt at the opportunity to get his teeth into something more substantial. This new ‘supergroup’ made its debut at the infamous Woodstock festival.

CSN had two sides; the first was acoustic and the second was electric. For the electric style they opted to bring Neil Young into the fold to form Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young. They reflected the times with their ‘Wooden ships’ and version of Joni Mitchell’s ‘Woodstock’. With Neil Young they came up with strong songs like ‘Ohio’ and ‘Chicago’.

 

ArtistStand out tracks
Captain Beefheart & his Magic BandAbba Zabba

Grow Fins

Yellow brick road

Safe as milk

Electricity

Drop out boogie

Zig Zag wanderer

Ah feel like ahcid

Safe as milk

Trust us

On tomorrow

Gimme that harp boy

Moonlight on Vermont

Dachau Blues

Ella Guru

The blimp

Steal softly through snow

She’s too much for my mirror

Veteran’s day poppy

Hobo chang ba

Smithsonian Institute Blues

Jefferson AirplaneSomebody to love

White rabbit

Let’s get together

Plastic fantastic lover

She has funny cars

The ballad of you and me and Pooneil

Crown of creation

Lather

Triad

We can be together

Volunteers

Good shepherd

The son of Jesus

Blue CheerSummertime Blues

The hunter

Mothers of InventionHelp I’m a rock

What’s the ugliest part of your body

Who are the brain police

Brown shoes don’t make it

Call any vegetable

Concentration moon

Who are the brain police

You’re probably wondering why I’m here

Plastic people

Call any vegetable

The idiot bastard son

Let’s make the water turn black

Take your clothes off when you dance

Harry you’re a beast

The way I see it Barry

My guitar wants to kill your mama

Willie the pimp

Lonesome cowboy Burt

I’m the slime

Dinah-Moe Humm

Debra Kedabra

Muffin man

Sam with the showing flat top

Poofter’s Froth Wyoming plans ahead

Titties and beer

Cosmic debris

Don’t eat the yellow snow

Quicksilver Messenger ServiceMona

Who do you love

Happy trails

Buffalo SpringfieldFor What its worth

Mr Soul

Expecting to fly

Broken arrow

Rock ‘n’ Roll woman

Bluebird

Flying on the ground is wrong

Burned

Nowadays Clancy can’t even sing

Hung upside down

Rock ‘n’ Roll Woman

Expecting to fly

I am a child

Bluebird

DoorsLove me two times

Moonlight drive

The crystal ship

The end

Gloria

Back door man

Break on through (to the other side)

Soul kitchen

Strange days

You’re lost little girl

People are strange

Unhappy girl

When the music’s over

My eyes have seen you

Hello I love you

Love street

The unknown soldier

Not to touch the earth

Five to one

My wild love

Wild child

Wishful sinful

Shaman Blues

The soft parade

Maggie McGill

Peace Frog

Waiting for the sun

The changeling

Love her madly

Crawling kingsnake

Grateful DeadGoodmorning little school girl

Sitting on top of the world

Born cross-eyed

St Stephen

Cosmic Charlie

Dark star

The eleven

Uncle John’s band

Casey Jones

Sugar Magnolia

Truckin’

Box of rain

Playing in the band

Big Brother & the Holding CompanyPiece of my heart

Ball and chain

Down on me

Summertime

I need a man to love

Country Joe & the FishJanis

Grace

I Feel like I’m fixing to die rag

Who am I?

Magoo

Untitled protest

Not so sweet Martha Lorraine

Porpoise mouth

Superbird

Bass strings

Pat’s song

Colors for Susan

Susan

Rock & Soul music

Bright Suburban Mr & Mrs Clean Machine

Byrds8 miles high

I wasn’t born to follow

Dolphin smile

So you want to be a Rock ‘n’ Roll star

Chymes of freedom

All I really want to do

Mr Tambourine man

Turn Turn Turn

Lay down your weary tune

He was a friend of mine

5D (fifth dimension)

John Riley

Everybody’s been burned

My back pages

The girl with no name

Have you seen her face

Artificial energy

Triad

Tribal gathering

Goin’ back

Change is now

Dolphin’s smile

Space odyssey

Draft morning

Nothing was delivered

This wheel’s on fire

Deportee

Ballad of easy rider

It’s all over now baby blue

Lover of the bayou

Positively Fourth Street

LoveAlone again or

My little red book

Mushroom clouds

My flash on you

A message to pretty

Signed D.C.

7 and 7 is

Stephanie knows who

Orange skies

She comes in colours

Alone again or

A house is not a motel

Andmoreagain

Live and let live

The daily planet

Bummer in the summer

You set the scene

Singing cowboy

Crosby, Stills Nash & YoungWooden ships

Ohio

Teach your children well

Suite: Judy blue eyes

Chicago

Woodstock

Guinevere

Helplessly hoping

Long time gone

Carry on

Almost cut my hair

Helpless

Our house

Just a song before you go

The lee shore

4 + 20

Wasted on the way

Find the cost of freedom

Janis Joplin Kosmic Blues Band/Full Tilt Boogie BandKozmic blues

Try (just a little bit harder)

To love somebody

Mercedes Benz

Me and Bobby Mcghee

Cry baby

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In The Wings

In The Wings

Robots and clones shaking their fists;

Bowing and scraping with gods on their wrists.

Bombs raining down; prostration and prayer.

God is a killer; death everywhere.

Jesus loves you but he wants you to die.

Mohamed loves you from up in the sky.

Trump the clown pulling the strings.

ISIS and evangelists wait in the wings.

Opher 4.3.2026

I was listening to Hegseth, complete with white supremacist tattoo, gloating about the death raining down on Iran. I was reading about the US Generals giving their ‘Jesus Loves you and wants you to kill’ speeches to the troops.

It was all sick.

The USA is in the hands of a bunch of Nazi Evangelists.

Iran is in the hands of a bunch of Nazi Muslims.

They are all praying for death.

It is pathetic. I see all these Muslims in lines prostrating themselves in the rubble as they did out their dead children. God is great.

I see these evangelists applying their hands and asking God to intervene on their behalf.

How many was this god saved?

Religion is surely the worst invention we ever came up with. How many has it killed?

You can be sure of one thing – Trump is making BILLIONS out of it. We haven’t forgotten Epstein though!!

Mowing the Grass in the Middle East

Mowing the Grass

In the Middle East

                They are mowing the grass:

Cutting down minions,

                Eviscerating top brass.

Assassinations and missiles

                Destruction and gore;

Contracts signed

                The plunder of war.

They are throwing dice

                Up in the air.

Where they land

They don’t really care.

Money and power –

The name of the game.

Greed, greed, and more greed,

                Their eternal shame!

Out in the Middle East

They are mowing the grass

Born of religion

Not the first war and won’t be the last.

Opher – 4.3.2026

Follow the money. Who’s making it? Who’s losing it? How many billions has Trump made so far

The Cleansing – 40 – Chapter 20 continued

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With rising annoyance Grrndakegra flicked her communicator on. The image of Beheggakegri consolidated as she prepared herself for another infuriating session.

‘I thought we need to get our heads together to work out some tactics,’ Beheggakegri said in a far more conciliatory tone.

‘I’m open to ideas.’ Grrndakegra noted the more satisfactory blue scutes and lowered crest. Seemingly Beheggakegri was in a better mood.

‘We got some good evidence together out of that last protest action even if it didn’t quite produce the desired effect.’

‘So what do you want me to do? I’m promoting the dissent and enabling protest. I arranged the violence. I can’t do much more.’ Grrndakegra was still angry at the way she had been treated.

‘Well, more of that wouldn’t go amiss,’ Beheggakegri mused, ‘but I was thinking that we need to find a way of undermining Chameakegra.’

Grrndakegra stared at the image above his tridee. ‘How do you mean?’

‘Couldn’t we find a way to demonstrate that she is closely in cahoots with the Hydrans? That she is getting some personal gain?’

‘What profit can she possibly be making from an arrangement with the Hydrans?’

‘I don’t know,’ Beheggakegri seemed to be floating ideas, ‘maybe it would indicate some psychological character flaw that we can exploit. Perhaps she has a predisposition to enjoying violence or has developed some Hydran-like lust for possessions? Anything that would explain her obsession with these vermin?’

Grrndakegra considered Beheggakegri’s suggestions. Was there any mileage in anything like that? She thought not. But then…

Guns – and arming criminals.

I’ve never owned a gun.

I am seventy-six and, outside of the military, I have never even seen a gun in England.

I am sure that people in the USA think that owning a gun keeps them safer. In actual fact they are 12 times more likely to be shot than in England.

Gun crime in England is very low. Gun crime in the USA is very high.

My own experience backs this up. The only times I’ve seen guns is in the States. In my first week of teaching in Los Angeles in 1979 a gun was pulled on me in my classroom.

I was taking role call and a girl said ‘Heeey!’

I looked up to find a girl standing in the aisle, legs apart, both hands holding a pistol aimed right at my head, like some Hollywood cop.

‘Heey!’ she repeated.

It’s amazing how quickly your mind works when you have a gun pointed at your head. I figured I’d only been in the school a matter of days; I hadn’t been there long enough to really piss anyone off sufficiently to shoot me. She was obviously wanting the new ‘English’ teacher to panic and dive under my desk.

I told her to ‘Sit down and put that away’ and went back to concentrating on my role call. At the end I looked up. She’d sat down and there was no sign of the gun.

I set the class working and strolled down to the back where she was sitting.

‘That was incredibly stupid.’

‘It wasn’t loaded,’ she said.

‘I didn’t know that. I could have had a gun in the drawer and blown you away.’

She laughed. ‘You didn’t though, did you?’

‘I could have pressed the button and summoned security and you’d be a police cell now.’

She shrugged.

It kind of made my year. It went round the school. I was cool.

But the reality of guns was all around me. The gang kids talked of their machine guns, hunting people down and shooting them. One morning we had the office windows shoot out with a drive by. Two of my students were shot on the way into school. All the people we were introduced to proudly showed me their gun collections. Myriad road signs were full of bullet holes. I witnessed an armed police raid on a van in the supermarket carpark.

In 1971 I’d come over to the States on a student work visa and worked in a Deli House in Boston on Massachusetts Ave.. The young native American dishwasher (Little Wolf) who I worked with had shot a guy in the stomach for grabbing his girlfriend. The Chef, Boris, a Russian American had shot three people, killing two of them, for being rude and abusive to him. A guy was shot and killed outside the Deli one night.

America is not a safe place! Guns sure do not make things safer. Arming criminals and psychopaths is nuts. Placing guns in the hands of angry people is dangerous. Having access to guns when someone is depressed is ridiculous. Arming religious fanatics is stupid!

Glad I live in a safer society. America is far too dangerous!

Too many gun nutters! Not enough restrictions!

Why were thousands of Epstein Files removed by the DOJ??

The DOJ were ordered by congress to release ALL the Epstein files. Instead they released a number with heavy redaction and deliberately withheld files mentioning Trump.

What are they hiding?

Is Trump a paedophile?

Is Pam Bondi carrying out the biggest cover-up in American history?

If you’ve got nothing to hide then release them all and do away with the pages and pages of redactions.

This stinks!

Talk about corruption and swamps!

Trump has made $4 Billion so far and he probably should be in jail!

Surely the DOJ needs to be held to account?

Surely Trump needs investigating?

Let’s hear the reasons!!

Why I admired Carter and his stance on Iran.

During the year of 1979/80 I had the privilege of being accepted on to a teacher exchange scheme. I was allotted a teaching role in Norwalk High School in Los Angeles. My family and I, wife and three kids, lived in Downey and spent all our holidays touring around the States (and down to Mexico City) in a VW van. We had a spectacular year. America is a beautiful country with some amazing scenery. The people were friendly and generous.

The High School I taught in was probably 50% Chicano, 10% black and 40% white with a lot of gang problems. I found the kids fabulous, friendly and outgoing even though the American education system was terrible. I was using teaching materials that in England would have been appropriate for twelve-year-olds with my top class seventeen-year-olds.

This was Carter’s election year and also the year of the Iran Hostage scenario. The Iran Revolutionary Guard had stormed the US embassy and was holding all its staff hostage.

My students were on the ceiling. I’d put a large map of the world on the wall and one of them had stuck a pin with a flag in Tehran saying ‘NUKE IRAN’. The prevailing mood was one in which they all wanted the President to storm into Iran, kick ass and teach them a lesson. There were many derogatory terms flying around.

I have no doubt that if Carter had invaded Iran he would have been re-elected.

However, fortunately, he didn’t. The reality of a war with a huge country like Iran with its multitude of tribal ethnicities and religious fervour is highly complex and unpredictable. The effect on the world economy and destabilisation of an already febrile area is substantial.

You roll the dice, throw the cards in the air and try to predict the outcome.

Carter wisely chose not to invade. He sent in an abortive desert rescue mission to free the hostages that crashed and went horribly wrong. He wasn’t elected.

Back in my classrooms there was war fever. As an outsider I tried to organise a rational debate – taking account of the region, Russia, Iraq, Syria, Israel, Lebanon, oil, economies and unpredictability. My debates turned into hostile shouting matches. All my students wanted to do was bomb these ‘primitive Arabs’ into oblivion. How dare they kidnap Americans, threaten America and burn US flags. They needed nuking and putting in their place.

Forget alliances and the difficulties of attacking a country of that size, they were Americans; the Arabs should kow-tow and know their place. America was the greatest power on the planet. How dare they! Nuke ’em!

I tried pointing out a few home truths – despite America’s huge military power it had not managed to win a single war – got booted out of Korea, Vietnam and Cambodia (later booted out of Iraq and Afghanistan) – for all its fire power it cannot even win against opponents armed with out-of-date rifles and a ball of rice. Taking on the religious fanaticism of a country like Iran was a major undertaking that would drain the resources of even a superpower. American bravado was not going to prevail.

My students did not want to debate these points. In their opinion the USA was so mighty all they needed to do was wade in and wipe out those mad Muslims, free the hostages and blow the Iranian regime to kingdom come. Simple. The USA was all-powerful. NUKE IRAN!! They chanted death like the most fervent Iranian acolytes.

I hadn’t experienced anything quite like it. The war fever was immense. I wondered if it had been like that at the start of the Vietnam war or Korea? How quickly reality sets in. War is death. War is maimed bodies. War is misery. War is destruction. War is incredibly expensive. War is primitive. War is utterly stupid.

I came back from the States lamenting the stupidity of war fever and saying that fortunately it couldn’t happen here. Then, blow me, it did. A short while later I was in English classrooms trying to hold sensible, intelligent debate with enflamed students who wanted to nuke Argentina for daring to take the Falklands.

The only people who benefit from war are the politicians who gain power and the elites who profit from the weapon sales and eventual rebuilding. They get rich and powerful on the blood and agony of others.

The people who pay for it (apart from the dead, maimed, traumatised and homeless soldiers and victims) are ordinary people whose taxes are spent on destruction. They get less money, worse health care and poor education.

What a stupid way for intelligent people to behave.

I greatly admired Jimmy Carter. He put rational intelligence before gung-ho politics.

Loaded up with Evangelicals! Jesus wants you to kill!

Trump’s put a bunch of religious nutters in charge of the military!! Onward Christian soldiers and all that! It’s the Crusades part 7.

Unbelievably stupid!

The lengths he is going to to escape EPSTEIN!!!

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The Cleansing – 39 – Chapter 20

The Cleansing – (The Sequel to Judgement): Amazon.co.uk: Forsythe, Ron: 9798278914952: Books

Trying to talk rationally with populists is similar to arguing with a newt.

Chapter 20 – Reactions

‘I don’t know what the hell this is,’ John muttered as he dug into his dinner, but I like it.’

‘It’s that new stuff they’ve brought in,’ Debbie explained. ‘Virtually giving it away down at the supermarket. Meant to provide everything a body needs.’

‘That alien stuff then?’

‘Probably. Nobody seems to know.’

John shrugged. It tasted alright to him. ‘I’ve been given a big pay hike,’ John remarked. ‘Seems the busses are getting big subsidies.’ He looked up from his plate. Alright with me. We’ll probably be able to afford a lot of those things we’ve had on hold.’

‘Particularly as the energy prices are through the floor. Our electricity charges are almost non-existent.’

‘They trying to buy us off?’

‘Who cares?’ Debbie replied. ‘As long as we’re doing OK.’

The door bell sounded.

‘Don’t worry!’ Charlene shouted, ‘I’ve got it.’

She opened the door to find a man standing on the doorstep. She looked him up and down. ‘You know, you look the spitting image of that guy the lizards have brought in to run the government, Ron something or other.’

‘That’s because I am him – Ron Forsythe,’ he held out his hand.

Charlene stood completely flummoxed. It’s not every day that you get a world leader turning up at your front door; even if they are some bogus puppet put in place by an alien invasion. She was flummoxed.

Ron allowed his extended hand to slowly return to his side. ‘I was wondering if I might have a word with Billy, Billy Smythe?’

Charly finally managed to get her brain back into gear, shut her mouth, all agitated, she nervously brushed herself down with both hands, not taking her eyes off him. It was quite one thing to see someone on the telly and something else when they unexpectedly turn up on your doorstep. Her natural hospitality kicked in. ‘Of course. Of course, do come in er Mr Forsythe. I’ll, er, I’ll get him.’ With that she stood aside and ushered him into the house.

Charly hustled him through to the front room and sat him down. ‘Would you like a drink Mr Forsythe,’ she simpered.

‘Cup of tea would be nice. Milk two sugars.’ He smiled. It was a tactic well-used by salesmen. If you were nursing a drink they couldn’t throw you out.

Charly rushed off. He heard her shout up the stairs: ‘Billy! Billy! Someone to see you!’ Then there were sounds from the kitchen. He heard Billy tramp down the stairs followed by voices in the kitchen, a few expletive-ridden exclamations and clattering.

A simpering Charly reappeared carrying a tray with three cups, a jug of milk, a teapot and small plate of chocolate bourbons. ‘The biscuits were all we had, I’m afraid.’

Billy trailed in behind her and  scowled at Ron as if this was some kind of a joke.

Charly placed the tray on the coffee table. She poured Ron a cup of tea in a china cup on a flowery saucer, adding the milk and sugar as requested. Then she pushed the plate of biscuits towards him and sat down next to Billy.

Billy had sat himself on the sofa opposite not taking his eyes off Ron, a suspicious frown on his face. He wasn’t sure it was really Ron Forsythe not that it really mattered. He was not going to be fazed by that stooge.

Ron rose from the armchair he’d been directed to and extended his hand to Billy. ‘Ron Forsythe.’

Billy regarded the hand with a tight-lipped grimace  but half rose from the settee to give him a cursory shake. ‘Billy.’

The two men studied each other. ‘Charlene said you wanted to see me?’

‘That’s right,’ Ron lifted his teacup and took a sip. ‘I think we need to talk.’ He carefully placed the cup back on its saucer.

‘What have we got to talk about?’ Billy asked belligerently, not anywhere near as unsettled by Ron’s presence as Charlene had been.

Ron took a slow measured sip from the tea again, never taking his eyes off Billy, and then deliberately placed the teacup and saucer back on the coffee table and leaned forward, lacing his hands together. ‘I think we’ve got lots to talk about.’

‘Is that some kind of threat?’ Billy had turned bright red.

Charlene was sitting nervously watching this confrontation not sure which way it might go. She could see Billy was all riled up. He didn’t like being bossed around.

Ron sat back and smiled. ‘No threat Billy. I haven’t come here with threats. I’ve come to talk things through. To ask you to give us some time.’

‘Some time?’ Billy looked like a giant squib that someone had just lit the blue touch paper. It was his turn to lean forward and look menacing. He poked his finger at Ron. ‘I’m not having a bunch of lizards taking my country off me! If they think they can waltz in and send some fucking lackey round to get me off their backs, they’ve got another think coming.’

Charlene watched wide-eyed, half horrified and half really proud of her Billy. He was standing up to the newly appointed world leader. Who would have believed that? Good for her Billy.

Ron sat back and pursed his lips deep in thought as to how he was going to defuse this. It was no surprise. He’d expected it. He could see that Billy was a fiery, combative character. He knew this was not going to be a picnic. It was a forlorn hope but he’d figured that it couldn’t do any harm.

Ron spread his hands in surrender. ‘I haven’t come here to have an argument, Billy. I was hoping we could have a talk and reach some kind of compromise.’

‘You can’t compromise. There isn’t a compromise when it comes to giving up your country.’

Charlene was looking from one to the other.

‘Can’t you just give me a few minutes of your time and listen to what I have to say?’ Ron spoke in a quiet conciliatory tone.

Charlene was fixed on Billy, waiting for him to decide. The tea was untouched. A pregnant pause hung in the air.

‘Alright,’ Billy muttered grudgingly, finally leaning back, ‘I’ll hear you out. But I’m telling you right from the start; I’m not going to give an inch to these fucking lizards.’

Ron nodded. ‘Thank you Billy,’ he said in a soft voice. ‘I’ll try to keep it short.’ He lent forward in a conspiratorial manner, elbows on knees and hands together, fingers interlaced in a non-confrontational stance. His eyes sought out Billy’s. ‘I know you think I’m some kind of tool appointed by the lizards.’ He shrugged. ‘In truth I’m just a writer. I don’t know how the hell I’ve found myself in this position.’ A little smile creased his lips. ‘But this has put me into very close contact with Commander Chameakegra who is head of this occupation.’  He paused to check Billy was still focussed on what he was saying. ‘And I don’t shy from calling it an occupation. That’s what it is.’

Billy made a tight-lipped grimace.

‘The thing is Billy, you have to know what you’re up against,’ he pressed on despite seeing Billy’s expression darkening. ‘These aliens are from a massive galactic Federation. They have powers we can’t imagine. Their technology is incredibly advanced. They make us look primitive. As you put it – they simply waltzed in and took over without a shot being fired. They nullified all our military capability just like that.’

‘If you think that…’

Ron raised his hand. ‘No. Please hear me out. This is too serious. There are things you should know and consider.’

He could see Charlene’s eyes flash Billy a signal. Billy took a deep breath and controlled himself, subsiding back into his seat.

‘This Federation seek out intelligent life around the galaxy,’ Ron explained. ‘They assess it and either incorporate it into their Federation or,’ he paused for effect, seeking out Billy’s eye, ‘or… they exterminate it.’ He watched for Ron’s reaction and could see Charlene looking startled in the background.

‘That’s right. We were and are being assessed. They will wipe us out if we are considered too violent.’

‘Are you really saying…’ Billy blustered.

‘That’s right,’ Ron interrupted. ‘They have the power to wipe us off the face of the planet as easily as removing a smudge from a window pane. With ease. Nothing we can do about it. They are here trying to make a decision. There are those among them who already think we are too violent. They’d do away with us just like that. There are others, like Commander Chameakegra, who want to give us a chance.’

‘How do you know this?’ Charlene asked, a startled look on her face. Looking from one to the other.

‘How do you know this?’ Billy asked aggressively, leaning forward. ‘I don’t believe you.’  Charlene touched him on the arm.

‘I know this because I have been meeting regularly with Commander Chameakegra,’ Ron explained. ‘That’s the way it is.’

‘You would say that,’ Billy blustered. ‘She picked you. She put you in place. She’s using you. Spinning you a yarn.’

Ron nodded. ‘Yes she did put me in place. But she’s not using me.’ He held Billy’s eyes with an intense stare that he hoped came across as sincerity. ‘And I believe her.’

Billy glowered at him. Charlene looked scared.

‘You’ve seen their power. You’ve seen what they can do.’ He left that hanging. ‘What is dangling in the air is our whole future. If they find us ‘worthy’ they will take us into their Federation and help us to develop. They offer us a future where everybody has a great life; there’s no poverty, no wars, we have clean energy and new incredible technology.’

‘They won’t give us our country though, will they?’ Billy spat the words.

‘We will be free to govern ourselves and take an equal place in the Federation and we will be at liberty to exercise our cultural values.’

Billy made a silent sneer.

Ron ignored that. ‘If we are deemed too violent then they will simply eradicate us all.’ Ron sighed deeply. ‘We have a clear choice. It’s on the edge of a knife. What we do in the next days and weeks will determine whether we live or die.’

Charlene was staring at Billy with a terrified expression on her face.

‘Billy, I’m imploring you,’ Ron leaned forward and fixed Billy with an intense glare. ‘That violence at Clacton played right into the hands of those who want to get rid of us. We have a delicate situation. Commander Chameakegra is running an experiment that has never been attempted before. She believes in us. She wants to give us a chance.’ He saw Charlene’s fingers tighten on Billy’s arm. He pressed on. ‘She has initiated an experiment. The people who are responsible for the terrible state of our world have been removed. Chameakegra is trying to see if the violent, greedy and power-mad can be reprogrammed and rehabilitated. She believes they can. She wants to prove that with good education, sound government and a new positive philosophy we are capable of being much better than we have been. She believes that humanity has a good side – a side that is empathetic and compassionate – a side that is creative and worth saving.’

Billy did not look convinced by Charlene looked like a frightened rabbit.

Ron sighed and slumped back in his seat, spreading his hands. ‘All I am asking is that we give her a chance. We give her some time. That we judge her by the fruits of her efforts.’ His pleading eyes were meeting a stony resistance. ‘Let us see if the rehabilitation process works and those violent and greedy people come back changed for the better. Let us see if the new energy system, the technology and education bring real improvements. Let’s look to a bright future and see if we can’t banish war and poverty.’

‘So we sit back while they consolidate their control? That’s what you’re asking?’ Billy growled. ‘So they can take our country away.’

The Great James Varda

James Varda – I first met James Varda back in 1987. Roy had taken him on tour with him. That’s a rarity. Roy hardly ever did that. He tended not to use support. This was an exception – and what an exception.

At a number of Harper gigs I had the privilege to see James perform and sit and chat to him before and after his set.

What a contrast. On stage I saw a fiery performer who was full of angst delivering a blistering set of poetic songs that I can only describe as Folk Punk. He had that same vibe as early Harper and early Dylan. Off stage he was quiet, softly spoken and unassuming – very friendly and pleasant.

In 1988 he brought out the most fabulous album – Hunger – on the Awareness label that Roy was on (run by the great Andy Ware). I loved it – it captured that energy and unique English style.

I spoke with Roy about this nascent force and he was very enthusiastic. James was destined for great heights.

Then it went pear-shaped. James toured all the small clubs, did a lot of radio and plugged Hunger like mad. For some reason it failed to take off.

James started recording his follow-up but it wasn’t all smooth running. He had some great new songs but Andy was struggling with the label and James was becoming discouraged with his lack of recognition. The label went bust and Andy offered James the tapes they had recorded. A disillusioned James told him to bin them and walked away. That was it. He’d had enough.

Fifteen years flashed by and James re-emerged, this time on the Small Things Record label. This reincarnation was not as fiery; he’d settled into a pastoral poetic style that I found very captivating. Different but every bit as good. First In The Valley in 2003 and then, ten years later, in 2013 the River and the Stars, were delightful. I was so pleased to have James back with his beautiful craftsmanship (and Nick Harper helping out with some guitar!).

I didn’t have to wait too long for the next album – Chance and Time came out a year later and I eagerly purchased it. That was a shock. Death is not an easy subject to deal with and this album seemed to be telling the story of a terminal illness. Could that be true? I put up a review on my blog and asked the question – was James just using this as a muse for his songs or was it real? Was James dying? James contacted me and told me that yes, sadly, it was true. He had terminal cancer.

When faced with a terminal diagnosis people respond in many different ways. James’s response (after the shock) was to pour it into his songs. The album was stark – the consultation – the progress of the disease and prognosis – but above all a celebration of life and love. The album was an epitaph of joy and wonder in such beautiful poetry and music.

Roy had discovered, promoted and nurtured this incredible talent. The shame is that he had so many lost years and should have been so big. But the good side is that he left us with four fabulous albums and a lot of great memories of memorable gigs.

Check out his great albums. I love them all.

Hunger by James Varda: Amazon.co.uk: CDs & Vinyl

In The Valley: Amazon.co.uk: CDs & Vinyl

The River And The Stars by James Varda by : Amazon.co.uk: CDs & Vinyl

CHANCE AND TIME [VINYL]: Amazon.co.uk: CDs & Vinyl