01-13-2025, 03:46 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-16-2025, 08:34 PM by Drunk Monk.)
D00M deadheads know Hunter. This was his journal, written in ‘61, of his post beatnik/pre hippie scene in Palo. Keplers figures prominently. Hunter penned some of my fav lyrics of all time, but I’ve read some other works and he needs an editor. Here he is, an unpolished diamond, ranting on about their dreams and poverty, and the ‘scene’. He & Jer are in their late teens, struggling to find the way. Hunter describes some trips, and a lot of drunken banter which is completely relatable.
Hunter allegedly reworked this over the years and never meant to publish it, but his estate had other ideas. And despite the money grab, I’m glad for it. It’s a charming portrait of Jer, full of mischief and constantly practicing, constantly exploring music, and constantly being dismissed as someone who won’t amount to anything. Hunter’s tale of when they formed a duet for a while, then Jer broke it up because Hunter wasn’t a serious musician is one of those road not travelled moments.
Honestly it’s a lot of teenage navel gazing from someone who would become a powerhouse of a poet, something that would be dismissible if not for the charming portrait of Jer. It made me smile a lot, reminding me what it was like at the start of a long, strange trip.
Hunter allegedly reworked this over the years and never meant to publish it, but his estate had other ideas. And despite the money grab, I’m glad for it. It’s a charming portrait of Jer, full of mischief and constantly practicing, constantly exploring music, and constantly being dismissed as someone who won’t amount to anything. Hunter’s tale of when they formed a duet for a while, then Jer broke it up because Hunter wasn’t a serious musician is one of those road not travelled moments.
Honestly it’s a lot of teenage navel gazing from someone who would become a powerhouse of a poet, something that would be dismissible if not for the charming portrait of Jer. It made me smile a lot, reminding me what it was like at the start of a long, strange trip.
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