Dylan in Baltimore (Part Two)

I couldn’t wait to get to the venue and people-watch. I knew this was going to be an interesting crowd.
It was past 7:30, and the show began at 8. The crowd outside was sparse but sufficient to draw a correlation between them and those who were already inside.
First of all, there were his peers who looked as one might have imagined they looked like: Men with silver pony tails, smokers, and punks – all wrapped into one – and extruded through the eyes of Time
They were truly a scary sight.
And then there were the women.
Those who may have been the Flower Children of that generation …
But who had sadly changed.
So that was the top tier.
Grandpas and Grandmas.
And then there were the ones (mostly men) who had actually lived lives Dylan’s own creative consciousness had manufactured earlier – when he was still a youth and a prophet. How sacrilege, someone might say. But this has nothing to do with religion – not that kind of stuff, but conditions we face as humans. Dark ones. Of the mind. Of the spirit. Of who and where are we in the grand scheme of Life. And what are the things we must face along the way? Which path to take? And those are the topics of prophets sometimes.
Must’ve been those Minnesota winters …

Burnout. How Long Does It Take?

Does anyone out there associate burnout with youth? Especially in the second decade of life?
We have numerous names on these lists. And the lists are long.
But has anyone ever thought about the process of burnout without having experienced it?
What if we looked at a broader group of artists, since musicians are easily the purveyors of substances that eventually kill them quickly in life and are disproportionately represented, unlike other artists?
Let’s think of just the process.
It’s rapid
It’s like a hurricane
Creativity is highly accelerated
What may seem unusual to others is simple for you.
You work at a rapid pace, absorbing and expressing lots of ideas, in multiple ways.
There is a strong element of chaos present. But it’s friendly. And amusing.
Every pore in your body becomes a tiny camera, which takes pictures of the world around you, and then sends them to your brain for editing.
Chores. Chores. Chores.
You’re nothing more than a servant to your Brain. Your Brain wants you to believe there is such a thing as free will, so it programs that as the Default Setting.
“Let us see …
What lunatic lurks here…”

More easy to manipulate that way.

Here's Why We Should Dispense Pot Among The Poor For Free

Sometimes it takes a while to make those connections just right – In other words, those months and years spent thinking about why people willingly accept blatant lies (the answer to that may be infinite) and what prevents them from waking up.
We are all familiar with the marijuana propaganda. It’s been in place as a Public Relations effort on the orders of who knows whom –
(Vague enough for you?
Good.) –
For a long time.
The more amusing aspects were early attempts to exaggerate its demonic properties in Reefer Madness. Which is now considered a hilarious epic of exaggeration.
But that’s exactly how some people perceive it still. Marijuana makes you a lunatic.
Put that up against a “mentally ill person” and you got a dynamite combination.
But let’s see if we can find where the actual lunatic lurks here…
First of all, I propose pharmaceutical companies designate 20% of their research to the properties and applications and development of these properties for therapeutic and other value.
Otherwise, why bother studying marijuana? It’s a plant that grows abundantly and easily accessible.
Now we don’t have to paint the pharmaceuticals as the Evil Giant in the room. In fact, they don’t have to do much at all. Just not choose to study it.
So if they are forced to devote 20% of their Research (that’s a big percentage) to marijuana as an act of giving back to the community –
Well that would work.
Oh.
As for the title here.
I got distracted.
I went off on a tangent.
I knew the pharmaceuticals were connected to my theme.
So the pharmaceuticals produce lots of really expensive drugs that mostly don’t work to treat psychiatric phases of Depression or Bipolar Episodes. And they’re really expensive. So they make a lot of money, dispensing crap.
But not just crap.
Dangerous crap.
Just read the warnings on the bottles.
Scary Shit.
A real gamble.
And yet, these meds are pushed on patients.
So if you’re lucky enough to find a medication that will help stabilize your moods with no side effects – i.e., You don’t feel like a zombie or after you’ve gained 80 pounds as one of the meds side-effects. – then surely you’ll stick with it.
Unless you’re a total fool.
When you find something else that helps you manage your medical condition but it’s classified as a “dangerous” drug, you are forced to break the law.
My question is:
Where are the laws that protect my rights as a patient? What right does the government have to withhold a substance that is medicinally beneficial for my condition?
And,
Can they do that?
Winding my way back to my theme …
Not there yet.
Will get there.
Eventually.

Here’s Why We Should Dispense Pot Among The Poor For Free

Sometimes it takes a while to make those connections just right – In other words, those months and years spent thinking about why people willingly accept blatant lies (the answer to that may be infinite) and what prevents them from waking up.

We are all familiar with the marijuana propaganda. It’s been in place as a Public Relations effort on the orders of who knows whom –

(Vague enough for you?
Good.) –

For a long time.

The more amusing aspects were early attempts to exaggerate its demonic properties in Reefer Madness. Which is now considered a hilarious epic of exaggeration.

But that’s exactly how some people perceive it still. Marijuana makes you a lunatic.

Put that up against a “mentally ill person” and you got a dynamite combination.

But let’s see if we can find where the actual lunatic lurks here…

First of all, I propose pharmaceutical companies designate 20% of their research to the properties and applications and development of these properties for therapeutic and other value.

Otherwise, why bother studying marijuana? It’s a plant that grows abundantly and easily accessible.

Now we don’t have to paint the pharmaceuticals as the Evil Giant in the room. In fact, they don’t have to do much at all. Just not choose to study it.

So if they are forced to devote 20% of their Research (that’s a big percentage) to marijuana as an act of giving back to the community –

Well that would work.

Oh.
As for the title here.
I got distracted.
I went off on a tangent.

I knew the pharmaceuticals were connected to my theme.

So the pharmaceuticals produce lots of really expensive drugs that mostly don’t work to treat psychiatric phases of Depression or Bipolar Episodes. And they’re really expensive. So they make a lot of money, dispensing crap.

But not just crap.
Dangerous crap.
Just read the warnings on the bottles.
Scary Shit.
A real gamble.
And yet, these meds are pushed on patients.

So if you’re lucky enough to find a medication that will help stabilize your moods with no side effects – i.e., You don’t feel like a zombie or after you’ve gained 80 pounds as one of the meds side-effects. – then surely you’ll stick with it.

Unless you’re a total fool.

When you find something else that helps you manage your medical condition but it’s classified as a “dangerous” drug, you are forced to break the law.

My question is:

Where are the laws that protect my rights as a patient? What right does the government have to withhold a substance that is medicinally beneficial for my condition?

And,
Can they do that?

Winding my way back to my theme …
Not there yet.
Will get there.
Eventually.

The Abysmal Truth About Rockville

You can get from here to Rockville in 45 minutes. Straight down I-95 South. In other words … Not far.
So do you ever hear of Dylan making a run to Rockville when he’s playing Baltimore?
Or anyone else for that matter?

Example: "THIS IS NOT (Watercolor)

Done.”

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