Hilarious. Surfing YouTube for more classic Dr. John clips, what did I find in the "related videos" column but a number of talks by...wait for it...Dr. John Hagelin. Talk about a Tantric juxtaposition of opposites. :-)
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, "TurquoiseB" wrote: > > A friend on another forum, which centers on time we spent together in > (gasp) high school, posted a couple of songs recently from his > post-Morocco days in New Orleans and other parts of Louisiana. That got > me to thinkin' about my favorite Louisiana musicians, and what I came up > with as a "reply song" on the thread was Mac Rebennack's classic: > > https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HT4RainY-lY > > > And *that* got me thinkin' about the contrary, "Bein' in the right place > at the right time." That's more fun, so because I'm in one of my > favorite Right Places (Bad Habits, in Leiden) again, and because it > seems like the Right Time, I'll rap about it a little. > > There are some on this forum -- some still doing TM, some not -- who got > on the TM bus back during the "Beatles wave." That was the Right Place, > and the Right Time. For a number of years, for those of us who were > tired of the drugs and kinda burned out on all the easy sex and > guiltlessness :-) climbing onto the TM bus was the right thing to do. > And it gave us quite a ride. Many parts of the ride were fun, and gave > us glimpses of what we were really riding *towards*. When the guilt > crept back in and the ride became not quite as fun, some of us pushed > the buzzer and got off the bus. But that doesn't mean that the whole TM > thang was either the Wrong Place, or the Wrong Time. It was what it was, > and I for one don't regret a minute of it. > > Since then, for me, there have been other Right Place, Right Time > experiences. Climbing on the Rama bus. Climbing off again, when it was > the Right Time to do so. I have no regrets about those places and times, > either. Next came a period of living in Back Bay, Boston, and while that > was fun, something in me could tell that it was neither the Right Place, > nor the Right Time. So I took a long Road Trip, with no fixed direction > in mind, just to search for the Next Right Place in which to have > further adventures. I settled on Santa Fe, New Mexico, and that turned > into six of the most Right Place, Right Time years of my life. No > regrets. > > Then came Paris. And then came Sauve, in the south of France. Then came > Sitges, Spain. Not a *one* of them less than the Right Place, at the > Right Time. I would be a *fool* to regret any of the time I spent in > those places. > > Then came the Netherlands, and although the first town I lived in might > not have been the Right Place (it was boring with a capital "Blech!"), > it was the Right Time, and gave me a chance to settle in to the weird > Dutch way of life. It was also the springboard for moving to Leiden, and > that has turned into one of the best Right Place, Right Time moves of my > life. > > Then Paris reared its head, and I went for it, and that was pretty Right > Place, Right Time, too. Until it wasn't any more. So I'm happy that I'm > going to be spending more time here in Leiden, because -- right now, for > me -- this is the Right Place. And I hope, when I return full-time in > three weeks, to have a Right Fun Time here again. >
