If I can't save the banjos blame the Canadians

If I can't save the banjos blame the Canadians

Part d

This part of this document was inserted after the banjo sequence. You see when you move into banjos you're dealing with wooden instruments and when you're in the land of wooden instruments you need hammers and sometimes you need nails. This is where I always get diverted. Hammers and nails.

Now hammers play in many parts of my so-called movie but so do nails. Nails have many shapes and forms and they are made in different ways for different applications.

Now this inadvertently drives us to Canada. It's those fucking Canadians, they won't get out of my head.

                              ***[[ It's called the brown cow code, which gets back to Greenacres and more amazing moments in dreams and history, trust me!] You know since I'm here Mr. O'Brien you're in the dreams and you've been and the juggling artworks of multidimensional thinking for quite a while. Anyway I go eat breakfast, I figure was a Sunday morning, I have my journal with me will call it my Hollywood Journal since that's what Greenacres calls or the book calls it or some form of media calls that. I'm having to write down what I was thinking when I was in semi consciousness or dreaming or some other state of multidimensional thinking. And I had to write your name, Conan O'Brien, now here the machine will do it for me but if I have to do it on my own I have to do it symbolically. Which got it gets back to the birth of the code at square one. Or you could say X if you want to talk about Sally's dog remember Dick and Sally and their dog spot maybe you don't. This is a huge footnote]

I used to work overseas and I like to meet people from different parts of the world. I made friends with quite a few Canadians. These were all aid workers and many of them had done a work in Canada itself. There was a gentleman who had done this for decades with his wife and had traveled all over Canada. He told me a story about needing to repair something in the place he was staying.  I'm pretty sure it's Newfoundland, I can say this for sure, when he told me the area of Kennedy was working with or in I said there are many trees up that way. And he agreed with me, then we had discussions on how hard life can be up there. And my understanding of that region concurred with what he had experienced there. Anyway he needed some nails and there were many places to buy things but someone said if you go over there to this guys he can sell you some nails. So he walks into this place, it wasn't a hardware store, they didn't have hardware stores there, at least they didn't then, and he tells the person they need some nails. Now around here you by nails by the pound. There you bought nails by the number you needed. The man asked him how many nails he needed, the gentleman who had gone to by nails and was telling me this story found this quite odd. But he did some calculating and said he wanted so many nails. Then the man selling the nails left the room and came back with a bunch of coffee cans filled with used to nails and he started straightening the nails out.

The story was much more interesting than that because he could tell much better than I can. But it was a true story and show you just how frugal you can be if you have to be that frugal. You also need to remember that if the nails were old enough, believe it or not some old males are made much better than the new ones, and some old nails will straighten out very well. You see some nails are made round or so Linda: sort rent it out now, I said the word correctly and you put the word Linda could…

When the program starts doing this I get so perturbed. Some nails are not cylindrical they are flat.

Anyway, this is still about music I'm just not giving you a spoon to the given music I'm alluding to. That's because you all of been doing this a while but you're still babies so I guess we'll have lunch at Cheryl's place. Yes that's another song and yes that is being spoon fed.

You know I'm going to tell you something else incredible, I'm reading a book about a burning boy or burning man, LSD, and Timothy Leary. Now I actually documented this but I'm going to tell you the story anyway and not give you the documents.

Recently I had to take my son to Norman Oklahoma. This was Wednesday. We got there early and drove around and went to a diner. I parked the vehicle and across the street was an old movie theater and I told my son that's where I met Timothy Leary. I heard him lecture night actually got an opportunity to speak with him and listen to more of his stories in a personal setting. I asked my son if he even knew who Timothy Leary was and he didn't.  Now earlier I'd gone to the library and gotten some audio books I picked up a given book and saw the back of the title and something about CIA and experiments. What really drew me to the book was something that can't be called code. It can be called vision because I'd had a vision of this word running around in my brain. Then this word started to take shape and I began to artistically juggle with it all within the confines of my consciousness.

So I see the CIA experiments gone wrong and this title. I decide to pick it up because it is in line with my vision. Anyway, I drop my son off and drive home. I look at a stack of CDs and I decide to start listening to one book but it malfunctioned on CD eight so I started this other book. The book about the CIA. And I'm listening to it minding my own business. Then the book begins to echo or ring or turn into a tuning fork. If you know anything about the archive you realize I've discussed this before.

Now it's Friday, I'm told I need to pick my son up at the University of Oklahoma, in Norman Oklahoma, at 3 PM that Friday. I'm listening to the audio book and I arrived on the Norman campus and I'm next to the dormitory housing my son when I'm parking my car under a tree. And that's when the character from the FBI has met a character from the CIA and the CIA stole the FBI's material and the FBI's trying to get in their rent a car to get somewhere quickly and he drives to Timothy Leary's house. It was a jaw-dropping moment. The whole thing was a jaw-dropping moment.

You see before I started the book and maybe before even check the book out at the library I had made a thing called a code cipher. That's right I live in the land of ciphers. I build them around me all the time and manipulate. I have a bunch of ciphers in the trunk of my car. Anyway I made a series of ciphers. Then someone came into my house and destroyed one platform containing some ciphers. There is actual photographic evidence of this. There's even photographic evidence of me changing the ciphers because I had to turn my refrigerator into something beyond being a refrigerator. In other words I had to create a cipher and the type of charm and you could even go as far as to say to re-energize the voodoo potential of that given appliance.

Someone might say, how would you re-energize the voodoo potential of a refrigerator, Jeffrey?  Easy, given LSD. So in a strange way that's what I did. I moved the container of a rare asset of a rare acid from one small platform, it was above the rolling pin next to the utility room and I moved it to the cipher above the refrigerator.

And I actually was visualizing hallucinogenic experiences while I was doing this. That's what that cipher meant.

All I did all of this I said I did all of this before I started the book. And I said in the little movie I made as I documented what was happening on going to tell you now I had no idea what that book was about. I had no idea it was about LSD and the CIA. No no no that is not correct I did know it was about the CIA because I loosely read the back jacket of the CD, it's an audio book. I didn't know it was about LSD, hallucinogenic states, the power of voodoo, or Timothy Leary. I had no idea. I also thought the book was about the future but it's really about or lease it is so far about 1963 and an alternate view of history.

You know this was supposed to be a precursor for audiovisual material concerning banjos. I think I better stop all of this yammering and get back to the banjos and the various artwork that's going to save the day for banjos.

Of course I'm going to have to make some more artwork, that's not true it's already made but I have to image the artwork and then feed it to you so you'll have some idea of how incredible this ride really is.

You see there are a lot of David's a lot of marks and a lot of lares a lot of lares Larry. Oh I can't forget Steve there are a lot of Steve's and we don't even want to get started with all the girls names have only lightly grazed the guys names. I'm just telling you when you move into the land of David's and marks and Steve's and lares herein quite a crowded space.

First off I'll try to bring some humor into this

Unfortunately humor doesn't make for a cure all.

All right, this is going to sound quite silly, there's going to be a bad day for banjos. Now, despite what you might think, I enjoy banjos and it was the first instrument I ever wanted to play. Purchasing a banjo in Bethany Oklahoma and the 1960s was no easy task for an adolescent boy.

There were kind of a rare thing.

I really can't play any instrument but I've taken lessons concerning violas and guitars. Which gets back to other aspects of Canada. But we're talking about banjos right now. Dishman I would like to play now would be the slide guitar that is to say the estimate I would like to play right now.

But it's a bad day for banjos or should I say a bad day is coming for banjos which gets back to Dave or I could say David because that would be more appropriate. We were in a type of shell. Seriously I submission point!

By the way I once said I needed a media manager that is to say I need someone to organize stuff, maintain it and keep everything to speed I'm not implying that I need to be managed. When it comes to my artwork I'm kind of my own man. Not by choice but by circumstances.

All right we were in a shell together and there were issues, mostly with wind. I don't know if David remembers but there were issues with wind.

You were three rows ahead of me, became the concert alone and were sitting by yourself with another, beautiful girl, set next to you. I didn't know who you were but one of the people that can do the concert with me did. Unfortunately that person has disappeared from the surface of the earth.

If you know a little history on this person you would realize that she's had some problems in her life. Which I find amazing, she's a hard worker, very frugal and efficient with resources, and when I knew her she was dropdead gorgeous but not headstrong about it.

Anyway she divorced her husband and moved to another part of the state, pretty close to some of the photographs. And she had a job with some company that makes electronic chips or components. If you were to one of these areas called a clean area. And she had to wear a special suit and it was very hot. Then she got into a relationship with a trucker which ended badly and then he started to stalk her. I'm not kidding, the only thing I know about him is that when the Oklahoma City bomb happened he told her that they deserved it. Which was a very interesting take on that type of terrorism.

Anyway he starts stalking her and she has to move to another part of the state and change her identity or something to that affect. That's when she starts making these chaps and someone else falls for her and starts stalking her as well. She had this problem. Bless her heart she's a wonderful person, but she's dropdead gorgeous and at the same time a normal girl. A very rare set of traits.

Now I can't say anything for the girl three rows up but I did write you in my journal and you do have a lot of kids. Which I must add, to your credit, you know…. You know I don't think I'll say that. I don't they'll edit that out either. What am I doing, yes it's a bad day for banjos. It might not be a bad day yet and I'm not doing any type of voodoo to make bad things for banjos I'm just telling you I see it and when I see it it's going to happen. It's going to happen. So I'd either stay quiet about it and let it happen, I used to feel guilty when I did that but I don't anymore. Or I could say something. I choose to say something.

And maybe the bad day for banjos can be avoided if we all get on pitch!!

I'm going to help you tune your instrument and stay on track!!

We'll call it saving the banjo day!!

This means I have to make a movie which I've already made and I got to do some photographs which are Barty made and I need a media manager because I get caught up in all of the minutia of the artwork.

The stuffs already made it just hasn't been compressed. It's going to take a while. And it doesn't get to the actual roadmap for bad days with banjos and burning man and ashes as well as building bird nests.

Yes I actually can string all of these things together artistically and philosophically and give you a roadmap to various dimensions.

I mean how cool is this.

I'm going to post this and I'm going to call it good intentions, while Best Buy to be the title of Arctic made the title my goodness. The joys of malfunctions!