The first time I heard Steeleye Span was in very early 1981 at a party in Hyattsville at a hippie house, very Joni Mitchell-looking austere greys and ochres light, cold rooms no heat winter older hippies I was young punk Jamie went way back – now I realize they were from the pedophile crowd with Tom Wolfe’s son, all that got my FIL booted from the position he held as Fort Meade Army Base Chaplain trafficking his children in the sex rings where they went to Florida in a Cadillac with Charlie Watt and came back set up selling acid via CIA (they were made young teen fronts) to College Park students in the early-mid 70’s. Meanwhile I was being MK Ultra’d into the Forever Family and used in satanic rituals in Job’s Daughters in Catonsville.
Steve Gilman was Jamie’s best friend and his father was the Washington DC City Planner. When Max was six weeks old we went in the green van I used to sell at the flea markets and festivals (SOWEBO pics) to Steve’s parents’ Maine estate, a fantastic old lodge and restaurant. It rivalled anything you may see in Twin Peaks. They had a retired racehorse there all alone in a pen in the woods. I rode it. That was surreal. I had just had a VBAC and episiotomy six weeks before and rode a huge, bony wild-eyed shell-shocked human-contact-deprived ex-racehorse in the woods in September in Maine, a horse who ‘did not know me from Adam’ yet because of my confidence trusted me.
I think of these things with the words Steeleye Span. The music follows.
Oh! All I can muster to say is they don’t allow a soul to rest after killing the body!
Thank you for sharing.
The most astute comment ever.
Thank you, dear friend. Namasté.