Bob Dylan Or Not? After Reading The Story You Decide.

I posted this story in another blog a while back but had problems with the layout. I think re-posting in this blog will do some justice. Anyway, the story starts with this video.

This was filmed somewhere around 1975 but he had the basic song down in 1971. Watch the video, read the story and tell me what you think.



I would like to tell you a little story about this video. Well it's not exactly about this video but about this song. Every time I hear this song, it reminds me of a day back in the spring of 1971.

I was hanging out with Pez in back the tracks and we were wishing we had something to smoke. I just remembered that I lost a pack of smokes on the old toe path on the hill by St, Peters Church. Ah, the kicker; In that pack of smokes was a chunk of hash. I told him I lost it two days ago and looked everywhere and couldn't find it. So off we went on the first adventure of the day.

We came out of the tracks by Brian's house, IE: Pez and came across a friend. PT was just coming from Pez's house and said his grandmother told him he was with me around here somewhere. PT had a nickel bag and wanted to smoke. Great Timing, we were ready. Pez told him where we were headed and off we went.

At the top of the hill on the old toe path there is an old headstone as a marker of the priest who first founded St. Peters and I was near that marker when I lost my smokes, so we started to kick over the dead leaves. About 20 minutes later Pez lets out a yell, FOUND IT. He opens up the pack and sure enough, a nice foil wrapped chunk of hash about the size of a sugar cube. I guess you would call it a dime back in 1971. PT said; Let's go to John's house and play some music and off we went.

Now this guy John was a complete hippie he had hair that went almost to his belt and a beard almost as long. He lived about a quarter mile from me on Mountain Road in a very cool A-Frame cabin that he built himself.

Now this man never worked, he never left his property and always had great smoke and lots of it. My parents would kill me if they knew I was hanging out with the likes of him but I did and it was always an adventure.

We got to his back door through a path through the woods from the back of my house. In we went. John was sitting in a rocking chair on the enclosed back porch and had company. A tray of some Colombian gold sitting on a coffee table in front of him with about 5 dubies rolled..

I walked up to the table and put the chunk of hash on the tray and asked for a pipe. Of course John was all excited and said I have something that will go nicely with that and he got up from his chair and disappeared into the other room.

Now here we are left on the porch with this guy that no one knew who he was. He reaches over and shook my hand and said; Hi, my names Bob and you are? I grabbed one of the dubes and said; Don, this is Pez and PT. We all exchanged niceties and proceeded to party.

John comes back into the room with a 6 pack of bud and a baggy with what looked like dries up mushrooms. John, What the hell is that, I said? He said; peyote buttons. Never heard of them. He proceeded to crush one and sprinkled the powder on top of a chunk of the hash he just put into the pipe and handed the pipe to me.

The very first hit I almost hit the floor. A rush come over me of the likes that I have never felt before. This stuff was great, I thought and we partied for about an hour.

After awhile we were just kicking back and this guy bob picked up his guitar and started playing around with it. He was very good and the sound was great. He sang this song that he said he just wrote a couple of days ago and was just trying it on for size. That was his words about One More Cup Of Coffee.

Now I didn't find out until about two years later that that man sitting there partying with us was none other than Bob Dylan. We were a bunch of care free kids looking for a party, that's all.

I think this video at the top of this post was from about 1975 but he played the song for us in 1971. I swear that this is a true story and I hope that it wasn't the peyote buttons. This really happened.

Did We Do The Right Thing?

I read an article about how we raise our children and society today. This article struck a chord within me and inspired me to write this article. I am not sure if this is off topic, I’m leaning towards on point with a futuristic twist. It’s the only thing I could come up with to make it fit.

First off, here is the article that started this post. I feel that it is only fair to give a link back to the person who inspired me to write this. I thank you Whimsicalpam for your inspiring article.

Bubble Wrap Society

Where is the best place to start?

I guess most of us born in the 50s spent the best part of our teenage years through the early part of the 1970s. We had parents who had some pretty harsh restrictions. When I was in my pre teens in the 1960s, I remember getting into an argument with my older brother and I called him an ass hole. My mother just happened to be right there and I took about 5 smacks in the face and ended up with a very bad bloody nose from it. Because of it, I knew that when my father came home from work, I would end up with welts on my ass and legs from the beating I would get from the belt. By today’s standards, that would fit in the category of abuse, but in the 1960s it was considered discipline.

These stories are common place for many my age. Most that I have talked to about it didn’t consider this abuse. This was a normal punishment when you were a kid. The results from all of this was, You didn’t curse, You didn’t talk back to your parents, You observed manners at the dinner table and you most certainly did not butt in to adult conversations. This was the way it was and you made sure you followed the rules, mostly out of fear.

In August of 1970 I turned 13 years old and things started to change. I started to let my hair grow and spent much of my time with people who believed in peace and love. It was very cool as people were very friendly towards each other. All we did was basically live together in our own little community in the woods and party all the time. I soon became very comfortable with that lifestyle and just put up a front with my real family.

Living that lifestyle and rebelling against the restrictions of my real family lead me to believe that I would never put those types of restrictions on my own children. Many from this time frame believe the same thing. We are all about free will and are hell bent and determined not to raise our own children in the same manner that we were raised.

A Debate To Defend:

Now that the background of my 50s born life is in place I can put to you the question as was put to me and let you determine the outcome. My stepson said he had a theory on why society today is as bad as it is. He seems to blame it on our generation. I understand some points that he makes but I am not sure that I agree with his whole theory.

1. We were born in the 1950s to parents who were strict and set in their ways.

2. We vowed to never treat our own children in the same manner that we were treated. This all comes after having a taste of the teenage rebellious years in the 1970s.

3. Having children of our own who rebelled against us in the 1980s for the restrictions we put upon them.

4. Our own children now in their 20s and 30s have children of their own who are even more rebellious to the restrictions we imposed on our own children and the restrictions they imposed on them.

Now, I can’t speak for our parents but I’m sure that in some form of way our parents rebelled against their own parents for the way they were treated when they were growing up.

Who’s Fault Is It Anyway?

We were rebels. We fought against a system we felt was unjust. We spoke up against a nation that we were discovering, had its own political agenda and felt that it needed to be changed. We set out to do just that and did.

Every generation makes a statement and leaves an impact on the next generation. Our generation made such an impact on society that it is being looked at as the cause of most, if not all of the issues in our society today. I suppose some of that is true but I don’t think I am ready to be blamed for all the turmoil that makes up a large percentage of our society.

Are we to blame? I put the question to you.

Hey, How About Some Stones

I’m talking about a British band that helped to change the shape of the 70s. The music that came out of The Rolling Stones through the 70s was definitive for the times. With their bad boy image and drug related antics, The Rolling Stones have carved their place in history.

Here are some of the best in my opinion. Watch the videos below and tell me what you think.

Let’s start with Loving Cup from Exile on Main Street, recorded in 1972



Rock & Roll Circus You Can't Always Get What You Want



Notice John Lennon at the end.

Rock & Roll Circus Sympathy for the Devil



These are just a few of the songs by The Rolling Stones. There have been many more over the years but I just want to stay in the 70s for now. Drop me a comment and tell me what you think and what your favorite is.