Are in the crucible, waiting to exist upon our orb. I may need to get Gene in on the gig, as Davey seems elsewhere, tortured genius that he is. But I wanna’ work with Davey when I record Pauric, because…. yes.

I first recorded Farley in Davey’s studio, amidst a steady summer drizzle. Farley is from Oregon and I felt mysteriously at home throughout the evening. Farley truly called me to chat about his visit during a chorus of “Goodnight Irene”, although he hasn’t even read Kesey’s book.

As a neophyte, I recall a teacher stating that “Art sees the Universal in the Particular,” and I didn’t get it. I was too young. When I first read “Sometimes a Great Notion” I also didn’t get it. But then, tutored at University and grounded with Willy the Shake, I got it, and can see, with the aid of Lysergic’s grand countenance, how Kesey re-defines the Universal. Too bad Ken’s dead, I would have loved to have asked him a question or two.

One of the new songs is simply honest, and heartfelt in a manner that only happens once in life. The other song is Krunchbone’s valent twin. Since it’s election year, Krunchbone has decided to run for office, and therefore needs a running mate and a theme song. Jeff has decided that Thornapple should run with Krunchbone, and I agree, unless there are any other nominations. The theme song is “Well I Can”, a parody of an obvious precursor.

Please be advised: Krunchbone is committed to total nonsense, which seems a whole lot wiser than conservative ideology, at least to Krunchbone and Thornapple.