Zakir Hussain and Jake Feinberg

Two days ago Jake Feinberg responded to a post I made on his facebook regarding Ken Kesey’s cottage that I tried to keep from being torn down. It would have made a great place to broadcast a radio show. Jake asked me if I wanted to break-down my history of BEAF on the air. Right-wing radio is cranking out hatemongers by the ton.

I talked with Christine last night and she said she would like to be on Jake’s show. We might be able to get Peter Shapiro 0n with us. We talked about tripping with Bob Dylan. Christine is doing a prophetic reading of one of his albums. No one is talking to The Audience, Listeners and Dancers that made all these musicians great. In the beginning, they came first. American Bandstand got it right.

For over five years I have been posting on my idea for a musical ‘Love Dance’ starring the music of Love. I linked ‘Forever Changes’ to Bollywood music and dancing. I tune in Jake’s show and am hearing Zakir Hussain saying American music inspired Bollywood, and is going with what we have abandoned. My late friend, Bryan McClean, was a Bollywood Star before their was Bollywood. Bryan was Hollywood. His father was a famous architect who designed Elizabeth Taylor’s home. He learned to swim in her pool when she was dating Robert Stack, Bryan’s fathers best friend.

In 1965? Bryan took me to a new Hollywood club to hear him play. I was blown away. He was doing a solo act in this small club, and he had a following of the most beautiful young LA girls you ever saw. Bryan was very comfortable around people, and was a fantastic flirt. He played to these Daughters of Eros. For the next twenty years they are doing their thing in dance clubs in Oakland and Hayward. I claim I invented dancing without a partner at Oakland High when I was fifteen. I thought about dancing as an art form, and professionally. I went to a club when I was forty and the young girls lined up to learn my moves. Below is a pic of my muse who became a professional dancer. Bryan’s mother was a Flamingo dancer.

I read an account how Arthur Lee and Bryan met at a club. He saw what I saw. In the Indian religion you can attain a degree of enlightenment via erotica. I consider Arthur one of the best poets America ever produced, because he studied the vast, complex LA Social Scene, that was like the large cities of India, but, was stuck on board the Mayflower, and it was safe to worship Plymouth Rock. Everything, and everyone else, was suspect. Arthur moved freely across all the ethnic barriers and discovered what young women want. They love words! They want young men to talk to them, and reassure them this is all going to work. They also………..loved to dance!


Bryan became a roadie for the Byrds while still in HS. He was crushed because they could not take him on tour in Europe because he was seventeen. He tried to get me to go to the parties that the artist Vito Paulekis was throwing at his warehouse, but, I was trying to remain a – I Stand Alone Artist Against The LA Elusion. He mentioned orgies. Bryan started to teach me how to play the guitar, but, after learning four cords, I told him I did not want to learn more. I improvised. He showed me D tuning and I was doing a Sitar sound. Ravi Shankar was my idol.

Here are some amazing interviews with Carl Franzoni. You got to capture our stories before we get too old, Jake, because the names don’t pop up like they used to. The freaky Bohemian scene was not built over night, and the blue prints must be saved! Thanks for your good work.


Kesey had nothing on Paul. Being too cerebral and a writer, he never had groupies. All these old deadhead duffers and riffers looking like they stepped out of a Celtic Dragon movie, telling us like it was, had nothing on Arthur and Bryan’s dancers, the Cosmology of the Collective People’s Vibration, and the Feminine Woo-Woo Lovers of the World. India ate this up! Young women wanted to get sexy and dress sexy. This is an ancient idea.

Jim Morrison must have seen Bryan holding court. Love was his inspiration. The tale about the dead Indian on the road is bullshit. I think Jim’s friend, Michael McClure came up with that one. McClure helped put on the Gathering of the Tribes, but, no one danced. I danced at the Fillmore, once. I want to see Love Dance on Broadway before I die. I saw Janis Joplin at the Fillmore in 1966, and when she came off stage, she walked through the crown to the Coke machine. I was standing in a doorway, so I got a walk-by with deep look. We were so young! We pulled off a miracle!

I love Jake’s mission which is to be a Keeper and Connecter of this history. So much of it is floating on the river – to the sea – and will vanish forever. For months I have been planning on posting on the Bollywood dancing I did in the streets of Eugene. I told the gentleman from India I know of great American music to go with. I will e-mail this post to him.

Play Love’s music, and turn down the Bollywood music.

Jon Presco

To be continued

In January of 2011 I started a radio show on AM 1330 in Tucson, AZ. I was set to investigate public policy.
But a funny thing happened on the way to the microphone. After three months of interviewing lawyers, unionized teachers, professors, authors and policy wonks I felt a bit soulless. It seemed that covering highly polarizing issues served to only further the void in authenticity, spiritualism and love that I had been seeking for my show.
I knew I needed to do something different. Something that incorporated intimacy, leadership, race, feeling, diversity and collaboration. At 33 years old I wanted to create a show that opened portals to new information from individuals who have not been asked to pontificate on their reality. In my search I realized that I desired to provide a bridge of knowledge for my generation, the and future communicators.  I didn’t want  paid surrogates, lobbyists or activists who speak in sound bites and colloquiums to be my mainstay.  My show would not be milk toast.

Zakir Hussain learned from the best — his father, Allah Rakha, was a tabla legend. But Hussain’s career really took off when he started working with the rock musicians he grew up admiring. Jim McGuire/Courtesy of the artist hide caption

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Zakir Hussain learned from the best — his father, Allah Rakha, was a tabla legend. But Hussain’s career really took off when he started working with the rock musicians he grew up admiring.

Jim McGuire/Courtesy of the artist

All this week, Morning Edition is talking about drums and drummers. For the fourth installment in “Beat Week,” David Greene spoke with a master of an ancient tradition who has played with some of the world’s most famous musicians.

Zakir Hussain can pinpoint the beginning of his musical life. It began one day in India in 1951, when he was 2 days old.


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    Jake Feinberg has become Stephen King’s ‘The Lawnmower Man’. He has gobbled up All The Cool Heads with his microphone and made written transcripts of hi conversations with just about everyone. His show is the Who’s Who of Hip. He tried to get me on his show and hand over The Genesis because he needed The Seed. He knew I got The Seed. Everyone he captured….talked about….The Seed! If you go to Ken Babb’s facebook, you see it has become Feinberg’s Face Seed. Jakes got…The Seed! Ken Babbs | Facebook

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