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Open the link to hear Freebo sing "That's What Love is", with a montage of photos of my granddaughter Arden accompanying the lyrics. This is Freebo's ode to the true meaning of love as the core of human existence. This goes out with hope to all the children of the world.

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Last weekend, I was in Montana...Corvallis, Missoula, and beautiful Bigfork at THE FLATHEAD LAKE LODGE. I got to play several duo shows with my very good friend, musical buddy, and guitarist extraordinaire JERRY DONAHUE. The occasion was a reunion of about half the 1964/65 class of Schiller College, a one year adventure in a Castle in the small village of Kleiningersheim, Germany. Back then, my roommate just happened to be Jerry Donahue (he had the top bunk!). Sometime during the first week of school, I borrowed a guitar from a friend down the hall (Jerry Jennings) so I could play a bit with Jerry, who had his own guitar and was much more accomplished than I, had already played in several rock 'n' roll bands, and I had played in none. As we jammed (I didn't know that term back then), I naturally shifted to the lower registers of the guitar and played rhythm and bass ideas, to which Jerry commented something like, "Hey, you're a natural bass player...let's get you an electric bass and we'll start a band". We did, got a Framus bass for all of .50 (it was 1964 in Germany!), got a drummer and a singer from the school, all played out of the same amplifier, named the band "The Avengers" (not a bad name for the time...we should have copyrighted it!), and my rock 'n' roll career had begun....my very first experience playing in a rock band....and I haven't looked back since!

So this reunion was a musical reunion of sorts for Jerry and me. But it was so much more than that; it was an amazing revisiting of the times back then with the students from back then in present time 2012 in a beautiful part of the world, Northern Montana...Flathead Lake Lodge. To be able to revisit old times almost a half century later, share stories, and most importantly to be able to share FEELINGS from back then....was truly incredible and very healing. Looking back from now to then, I can see what a scared young man I was, lost in so many ways, but actively searching for my muse, for my true path in life. And up to that point, I didn't have it...I was trying to find my direction in someone else's dream. In a most coincidental and synchronistic way, it was presented to me on a silver platter....but I didn't know it at the time....not until a few years later in a TV studio with The Edison Electric Band when I suddenly got it..."I don't know how I got here, but this is EXACTLY where I need to be". It was a lightbulb moment, a point of destiny, a fork in the road. I said "I'm a musician, I'm going to be a musician for the rest of my life", and I haven't looked back since. Playing music is a gift, I am blessed to have been given the talent and the foundation on which to build by my parents, and I've become happy with who I am, comfortable in my own skin. It's taken many years, many mistakes from which I've learned many lessons, much practice, and a good deal of inner work.

To be able to reflect these emotions with so many of the characters who were in that "play" so many years ago has been astoundingly healing and informative. We can never go back, but we can reflect on the past in present time. Sharing memories and intimate emotions with these beautiful folks in a beautiful part of the world, realizing how we were ALL so lost back then, how we all thought everyone else had it so together, and how that year in Germany affected us all in so many life-changing ways was better than any story I have read or could have written. And to play music with Jerry Donahue almost 50 years later, MY MUSIC, songs I have written that contain so much of my history, my lessons, my reality, with his amazing and beautiful guitar sounds adding so much, looking at each other with admiring and loving glances, both of us years better as musicians......was as good as it gets! To share the music, the stories, the smiles and the tears with my new old friends was also truly special. And all of this happening with perfect weather on a beautiful lake, boatrides in gorgeous settings while having great conversation, horseback rides through herds of elk and deer, and an evening of each person taking the stage to share their thoughts on how that year changed their lives revealing emotions and perspective we'd never have known.....was simply the best.

They say you can never go back, and it's true. But you can revisit the past with people who were in it and learn a great deal about yourself and about each other. Life is all about connection, and connecting then to now in a most personal, intimate, and educational way can be so powerful. This was certainly that, and I am so very grateful for the opportunity and to the wonderful folks with whom I shared that year in Germany and with whom I shared the most amazing weekend. I hope it was as good for them as it was for me!

Peace,

FREEBO

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And here we are a couple of billion heartbeats later...or maybe 85% of us will have survived to the reunion and perhaps half will have the guts (and access, freedom, spending money and interest) to rehash our traumatic adolescence anyway.  But if that's all there is, we might as well stay home and avoid confronting the potential social nightmare with people who can't hear each other in the first place and whose venom has lost its sting.

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At age 67 I can't read my own handwriting anymore, so traditional letter writing is something I do not miss.   And my clumsy, tremulous, barely legible block printing is so laborious that I get bored before I finish a single post-it note for the fridge.  I am delighted that email (and blogs too, although I can live without the snarky shorthand of texting and Twitter) came along while my generation of Mesozoans is still lumbering around the planet, brittle joints greased by chondroitin.  In the last fifteen years or so, I have written a hundred times more than I had written in my first half century.  Sure, I freely admit that most or all of it has probably been balderdash...

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I hereby declare that Newt Gingrich is the perfect candidate to lead my beloved Tea Party to the Promised Land.   After flirting with so many others who only offered a single desirable attribute that made me wave my flag in patriotic fervor, I have finally found a God among men who is the answer to my prayers.  Yes, Newt’s the man to bullwhip that African Demon back to the plantation next November:

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The Centennial has resurrected all sorts of stories from the past, some nostalgic, some apocryphal, some ironic, some bittersweet.  Yet there is one that may never be surpassed for its poignancy.  It is the tale of the last day of Betty and Emil.  Some historians and old-timers in the town mention it as one of the saddest ones ever told.  I respectfully disagree.  To me, although I still weep at the memory of the deed, it was one of the bravest and most noble events in a long, long time...

 

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For the last 45 years I had not exchanged a word with him in person or through letters or on the Internet.  Yet the cold, immutable news of his passing hit me hard.  And it was more than the shiver of mortality that becomes all too familiar to us all as the earth performs its graceful revolutions.

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As is true of Father Time, Mother Nature does have a habit of reminding us at unpredictable intervals of our ultimate powerlessness before the elemental forces of the unknowing universe.

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To dear friends and family and a few selected acquaintances of Bee Van Til:

I thought this would be fun for you all to read as we count down the days until the Centennial Celebration at her beloved Lake Lure home...where Bee herself will be surrounded by the bounty of a lifetime of love, devotion to family, and service to humanity.  Actually, it might be enjoyable for you readers of my blog and Freebo’s blog to read it too.

Let's go back a century...

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This time Michael extols the virtues of his beloved NBA and two of its most colorful characters. Also, “A letter from Home".

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Picture yourself in a generic social science course held in a typical college classroom...way too much beige, sticky laminated chair-desks haphazardly angled towards the plywood lectern, an obsolete overhead projector hulking in the corner, and a friendly old teacher at the helm...perhaps also growing more obsolescent by the semester.  It looks and feels like another routine day in Whatever 101.  But the instructor asks the students to close their iPads, put away any vestigial books that may remain in their possession, and shut down the incessant texting for fifty minutes, assuming western civilization can tolerate such an absence of real-time communication, and pay some serious attention to his lesson plan.

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We are drowning in a sea of numbers in this digital world.  In this piece, Roy Van Til asserts that zero and one are the cornerstones that truly define the human experience.  And for him, it is clearly a Life of One.

The author hopes you enjoy the reading and that you place the unique numbers of your own life into a context that makes perfectly good sense to you.

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My first conversation with Miss Pia occurred via email. It went like this: Dear miss Pia, I found your name in a group of healers taught in the Cayo by a Rosita Arvigo, i have some...Issues, and i was wondering if maybe i could get together with you for a consultation to see whether or not you could help me? Best, Michael A couple of day's later i received my response from Pia which said, "i am sorry i didn't get back to you sooner, but i was with patients for the last couple of days and i never interrupt treatment to pick up my messages. Please call me at such and such tomorrow morning"......

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The Old Perfesser would have known what the magnificent US Women's Soccer Team was feeling last night.  For it was Casey Stengel who wisely said that "there are some games you can't win, and some games you can't lose."  In this essay, RVT wonders if the soccer gods took charge and somehow affected the outcome.  It has happened before...and it will happen again.  Maybe that is one reason why we love sports.  Sometimes there are upsets that live on forever, for better or worse.  I hope you enjoy the reading and I look forward to your feedback.

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Gadaffi: “I love a girl in uniform”…


Gadaffi has a bevy of bathing beauties at his beck and call. Forty lipsticked, bejeweled all around foxy ladies surround the dictator at all times. They wear designer sunglasses to compliment their camouflage and military boots. They are trained killers-graduates of the elite training academy in Tripoli. Gaddafi had established his version of “Kill Bill’s” crazy eighty eight as his countries symbol of women’s emancipation. “I promised my mother I would improve the situation of women in Libya”, he reportedly said at the time. Visitors who have been granted access inside this academy describe a cement block where women are indoctrinated into the ways of the aggressor. They are instructed in contemporary killing techniques day and night for three years..........

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"Fair and Balanced"

Australian born Rupert Murdoch has for Decades used the somewhat lax media regulation laws in the U.S. to consolidate power over the wider media empire in the United States and abroad. His satellites deliver T.V. content to five continents, dominating Britain,Italy,and wide swaths of the Middle east. He publishes one hundred and seventy five newspapers, including the New York Post and the Times of London. In the U.S. alone he owns Fox studios,The Fox network, and 45% of television stations in the United States.
Murdoch is by all accounts a far right wing (think Rush on steroids) partisan who uses his empire to swing political debate firmly to the right. He also is a man who admits to having money in tax havens throughout the world...........

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Greetings to friends unknown:  This piece is about placing our petty complaints into proper perspective.  With a little humility and sensitivity we might all make the world a more pleasant place to live.  All we need to do is simply relinquish our bitchin' rights.  I hope you enjoy the reading.    ...RVT

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Hi Everybody,

I now have all blogging technicalities in place and I'm ready to begin blogging, complete with your ability to respond to any blog, as well as to each other, creating an online community. My friends ROY VAN TIL and MICHAEL JOCHUM will also be blogging, both interesting people with different styles of writing and hopefully compelling, provocative, and stimulating. We're looking for agreement, disagreement, other points of view. I look forward to your reading my blogs as well as Roy's and Michael's....and to your comments.

Thanks you so much for being a part of my world, my music, and being a difference in making this a better place for us ALL.

Peace,

FREEBO

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Hi Everybody,

So BP has "plugged the hole", capped the well, and everything will be OK......I WISH!!! If this whole thing isn't a huge wakeup call to all of us, to speak out, to get involved, to cry out for change, and to continue to be the change that we wish to see......I don't know what is or what will be. We are truly at a crossroads, at a point of destiny, and the choices we make now as a society and a country will effect all those who come after us. We need a new direction, and we must demand it. I know it won't be easy, I know its frustrating for each of us "little guys", I know there are powers that be who will stop at nothing to make greater and greater profits at the expense of The People. But together, we really can make a difference, by speaking out individually and in great numbers. We can be MAD AS HELL AND NOT TAKE T ANY MORE if we really want to. We can choose NOT to be lulled to sleep by those forces who wish us to be unconscious. Because if we don't, this will not be the last disaster, or the biggest. If we cannot see the madness of the direction in which we're heading, then we're no different than the Captain of The Titanic.....full speed ahead on an unsinkable ship, intent on breaking the trans-oceanic speed record in a sea known to have deadly icebergs, unable to stop or change direction once an iceberg is sited....THE TIPPING POINT. And I firmly believe we are indeed very close to that tipping point, and if we don't slow down and/or change direction, the ship will hit the fan! DRILL BABY DRILL.......NOT!

Peace,

FREEBO

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