SIXTIES FM RADIO

 

“Tom always wanted a radio station that sounded like you were in the living room of a friend who had the most amazing stereo system imaginable and a tremendous collection of records and impeccible taste.”

Howard Hesselman talking about Tom Donahue of KSAN in San Francisco and his vision of what a radio station should be.

AboveTom Donahue “Big Daddy” Donahue  300 pounds of solid Sounds holding what looks like the first Big Brother album..

 

 One got an education listening to KSAN. It wasn’t just a string of unrelated computer algorhythm generated hits.  Yes- there were popular records played- but between them were other less well known tracks all connected and linked in some way.  All in perfect booming stereo sound with a bare minimum of advertising. Sales of those big tube amplifier  tuners went up because of this.

Each part of the day had a particular flavor depending on who was playing the records. Mornings were easy going folk and country blues. Friday and Saturday nights were very funky.  Sunday mornings aired the philosophy of Alan Watts.

 

Saturday night midnight to 6 am the best of Bay area soul music with Dusty Street and Voco (The Mahdi) . (Photo below).

“It’s midnight….. lights off….. clothes off…… candles glowing….. incense is fading away……. don’t need no electricity, baby- I’ll be your amplifier, because we can boogie in the dark'” – and so pioneer San Francisco disc jockey Voco introduced himself every Saturday night at midnight.

Though called Lights Out it was anything but sleepy.

You tube also has this documentary below about KSAN

 

 

 

 

WHAT DO YOU TURN ON WHEN YOU TURN ON ?

 

What do you turn on when you turn on?

The basic energy of the galaxy is turn on, turn off.
Free energy, structure, release, control, turn on, turn off.
The oscillating rhythm of turn on, turn off.
Expansion, contraction, turn on, turn off.
The body beating to the old basic rhythm, turn on, turn off.
Open, close, in, out, contract, release
Speed up, slow down, get free, get hooked
The cellular trip is through the body.

The proportions remain astronomical.
The mammalian body, the human body incomprehensibly galactic.
Trillions of cells centering around structured organs
All interconnected humming with market transactions, weather reports, pollution ratings.
Stellate arterials, watery canals jammed with plasma planets.
Hematological mysnerian clusters, white corpuscle comets.
Endocrine spaceships commuting.
The whole monstrous galaxy leaping through terrestrial networks
Of living forms- all in communication.

An 18 inch layer of slime covering a metal rock planet
And every isolated organism around a 25,000 mile radius breeding life forms
The one whole, a biological web.

Reincarnation center, densely-packed genetic energy.
And outward bound from this compressed center
The web of molecules weaving a cellular fabric
Exchanging, expanding, hooking into the organic network surrounding.

The cerebral headquarters ringed by a sensory dewline
Of billion stations receiving and transmitting energies
From within and from without the somatic galaxy.
The common sense organs: motor, taste, touch, balance, temperature, posture, movement
Light waves, night waves, sound words.

Each sense organ operates on the same rhythm
on off, open up, close down: alternating currents.
While the body galaxy centers on a densely packed DNA strand
Every organ constellation within the body zodiac orbits around the brain.

The brain: galactic headquarters of the nervous system
Filling corporeal space with flashing electric messages
Out and back, off on synaptic conversations.
The cunning amino acid architect sits snuggly protected and miniaturized
General Motor plant engineering cell chambers.

Design more and more complex Fisher bodies.
This year standard equipment: a thirteen billion cell brain hooked up to stereophonic audition receivers.
Bifocal self modulating auto-tuning retinal video cameras.
Cell battery-powered kinesthetic magic eye shock adjusters.
Gustatorial liquid analyzers.
Sub lingual pollution detectors.
Self regulatory nasal gas traps for analysis and evaluation
Of veriable chemical content.

Energy moves structure captures
Around and round floating somatic constellations cycling circling
The major structures have been identified for millennia
By astrobiologists, philosopher priests, healers, observers of the fleshly heavens.

Each unit of energy in this cosmic dance charged with attraction repulsion forces.
Pulling towards, escaping from.
Intensely contracted nuclear energy at galactic center
Explodes scattering suns, hurtling out across a million light-years.
Each stellar fragment, itself highly charged, spins through web fabric fields of radiant energy.

What do you turn on when you turn on?

Tim Leary

  • Jimi Hendrix – bass guitar
  • Buddy Miles – drums
  • John Sebastian – guitar
  • Stephen Stills – guitar

This is from the album “You can Be Anyone This Time Around” (Douglas Records No 1)  recorded during an all-night jam session at the Record Plant.

The purpose of the album was to raise funds for Leary’s political candidacy for Governor of California.

The title track and “What Do You Turn On When You Turn On” both feature sampling of music by other artists, including The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, and Ravi Shankar. This is one of the earliest known examples of sampling on a commercial record.

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Speaking of tripping…..

DONOVAN- THE TRIP

We was a-d-d-d-drivin’ d-downtown L.A.,
About a-midnight hour
And it almost b-b-blew my mind
I got caught in a coloured shower
All those lights were t-t-twinkling on Sunset
I saw a sign in the sky
It said, “T-t-t-trip a t-trip, I trip, trip,”
I couldn’t keep up up if I tried
Ah, we stepped down to reality company
To get some instant sleep
And the driver turned, I said, “Welcome back”
He smiled and he said, “Beep beep”

What goes on? Chick-a-chick
What goes on? I really wanna know
What goes on all around me?
What goes on? I really wanna know

When in should come-a my dream woman
She got sequins in her hair
Like she stepped out of, of, of a Fellini film
She sat in a white straw chair
But I thought I’d take a second look
Just to see what I could see
And my scene had popped out like a bubble does
There was nobody there but me
I said, “Girl, you drank a lot of drink-me
But you ain’t in a wonderland
You know I might-a be there to greet you, child
When your trippin’ ship touches sand.”

What goes on? Chick-a-chick
What goes on? I really wanna know
What goes on? Chick-a-chick
What goes on? I really wanna know

A silver goblet of wine is-a to be
Held in a bejeweled glove
And her knights, they toast the tournament
The falcons they fly above
And the queen will a-drink of the dew tonight
But the jester, she cries alone
Because Merlin spoke of an instant spell
To make the devil’s white knights moan
And-a all in all, the seagull said
“As I look to where I’ve been
The whole wide human race
Has a-taken far too much Methedrine”

What goes on? Chick-a-chick
What goes on? I really wanna know
What goes on? So near
What goes on? I really wanna know
Yeah, well, come on

We sat in a velvet jewel case
With sparkles everywhere
And Julian, he sat on a diamond ring
And he talked of days gone by
We spoke of a common kaleidoscope
And the pros and the cons of Zen
And he spoke and he said for a piece of cake
He really did have a yen
Bobby Dylan he sat “the Mad Hatter”
A broken hourglass in his hand
And-a Joanie sat in a white lace
Looking cool with a black lace fan

What goes on? Chick-a-chick
What goes on? I really wanna know
What goes on? Yes! Please tell me
What goes on? I really wanna know

Donovan

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