An answer to the Grateful Dead's musical question, "What's Become of the Baby?"
Travel back with us to 1965 San Francisco. Step into an old warehouse down by the pier.
You walk inside, get handed a cup of Kool-Aid. Strobe lights flashing, a band is on the stage, playing something that is not quite what you would hear on the radio. A colored light show is projected on the screen behind them. You start to feel a little strange as you snake your way through a mass of humanity, twirling, dancing, laughing, and maybe even freaking out a little.
Someone steps in front of you and asks, “Can you pass the Acid Test?”
A band called the Grateful Dead takes the stage and asks the musical question:
“What's Become of the Baby?” A musical piece that fits in perfectly with the surroundings.
Many decades later, an answer to that question now plays, “THIS Is What Became of the Baby!”
Which also has a dual meaning about when the “baby” grows up and leaves home, leaving you with “Empty Nest Syndrome” and in a mental state to create such a work.
This is the farthest I’ve travelled outside of creating conventional music. A combination of psychedelia, electronic experimentation, and lyrics that might only make sense if you drank the Kool-Aid. Warning: May cause flashbacks. Enjoy!
The space between the hair of the dog and the cat's whiskers
The cat whispers the secret of gravel in the freezer
You stare at my stare, a reflection to dare
Why frozen pebbles just can't compare
Nine Fifty One is one for blue blood
The writing on the sun shines down as you run
Sun melting what was once frozen
But does not reach the eggs by the dozen
Online is the closest we'll be
But is not enough to devour your entree
A tree that has felled, But no one was there
The Internet wire snapped and left us all bare
Chorus:
Fee Doloh rent zig in the clues
Ree verse went zag on my blues
Rent zig in the clues
Come zag on my blues
One minus one minus one minus one
Until the house is empty but one
Sasha's head lands right where I write
Reminding me that things will be alright
Grass eaten and poop extraction
Rolls on the lawn as if it's distraction
Wind blew sideways onto the flank
I still am not sure of who do I thank
Is there time for one more plate
Filled with Rice Krispies and a blind date
She's gone but waits by the sliding solid sand
It's safe to say she does not understand
Repeat Chorus