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HISTORY I've always held a fondness for radio as well as music in general, but rarely hear material that interests me these days. My original intention was to create a music show for a few friends with similar eclectic preferences. I posted the link on two small homepages that I regularly visit and hoped I could attract an audience of perhaps a dozen and a half. As of 4/27/06, the average day has over 450 visits to the download page. With few exceptions, the music we use is between 20 - 65 years old and often includes excerpts from live performances. Our mission has become keeping this material available to interested parties, particularly young people who may not be exposed to it otherwise. We encourage our listeners to buy material from these artists and support live music in general.
And now, a special feature for Radio Circus,
Heavy Duty Truckin' Judi with 3 Days Later... a continuing saga of cosmic traveling through the 60s and beyond PreambleJust Thinking...I want to go back to a kinder, more gentle time - when a $10 dollar bag was four fingers, when acid was Owsley's, when Dead tickets were $3.00 @ Winterland, when I could fill up my VW for $2.30 and drive for a month, when someone said, "...fuck you" - it was usually a question, and when 12 people could climb into someone else's bus, with no money or visible means of support - and drive 3,000 miles cross country, end up in Long Beach, and stay friends forever, I want those days back - PEACEThe Hitchhiker - HDTJ hits the roadThe first time I hitchhiked I was twelve years old and I hitched to Huntington Beach to go surfing - at least hoping to use someone's board to try and surf. That was the beginning of a new freedom that I would use and hone till it became a way of life for me, for many years. It was free transportation, you got to meet a lot of very different people and one time I hitched from Los Angeles to Miami making it in three and a half days ! Thanks to all those truckers, fuckers, whiners & diners, losers and weepers, cuties & creepers, speed, pot, caffeine, cigarettes, and a lot of talking and maybe a little titty showing now & then, I put in a lot of miles on the "Hippie Highway" and ultimately how I got the nickname, Heavy Duty Truckin' Judi. I bought an old canvas boyscout backpack sometime in the 1960's at a thrift store and "furnished" it with things I would need on my travels - a small pot for cooking rice and beans, a cast iron skillet for I guess the fried chicken I would never fix... I really don't remember what I was thinking with the skillet that easily weighed five pounds ! I found a pair of men's work boots, and I did need them because I would sometimes go "off road" and do a little hiking and the only other shoes I had were some black granny shoes from the 1800's (haha) with like two inch heels and a pair of the two toed Japanese sock/shoes with the little tabs on the side - I liked them because I could carry them in my pocket for use when needed. Yes, I did hitch barefooted for awhile - lesson learned rather fast - asphalt in summer very, very HOT !! So, anyway the bag is filled with chopsticks, incense, brown rice, candles, clothes, books, cookware, the boots and skillet tied on to the pack - it must have weighed forty pounds ! Oh, and I always had cardboard and marking pen - have to make the signs where you're going ! I had a pair of overalls converted into a skirt instead of pants, and those overalls must have weighed ten pounds with all the patches, embroidery, bells, beads, and an assortment of pretty hanging things, like scarves and such - it was quite a sight. Now add me - a big white girl with long, henna red hair - in braids - with the pack, with the boots and skillet and a cardboard sign to "Anytown,USA", put me on the side of the road and there I was - coming to a town near you soon! Years later I met the fabulous Jerry's (three of them) on a big, blue schoolbus from Ann Arbor, Michigan. They were gorgeous and heading to the Florida Keys. I was working at a chicken place in Orlando, and they had come in a couple of times and then asked if I wanted to go with them - duh! YEAH !! So, "...the bus came by and I got on, that's when it all began..." It was when I first really felt like I had found "my people" the freaks like me - I wasn't alone !! We were in the keys for about three months (another story!) and in the middle of January I decided to go meet some friends of the Jerry's up in Ann Arbor - more freaks - I was in freak heaven and loving it ! I got back from that trip New Year's Eve. I hit the little dirt road down to our key about 11:30 PM and it was buzzing with acid energy. Everyone was high and happy and there were new people all around. I stopped on the road and smoked a joint with these two guys from New York, of course, who had rolled a huge joint in a hundred dollar bill and wanted to share - which I did. I was nicely stoned and I can see our bus and all the guys hangin' out and then I hear this, " It's Heavy Duty, Truckin' Judi !!" maybe a couple of times, and this tall, skinny chick was yelling it and I thought what the fuck, or actually who the fuck is that and why is she yelling that, and as most of you know, that was Bonnie, Bonnie Legg and Hymo and Bean- hangin' with the Jerry's and partying all night. Jerry Hoosier, the driver of the bus, had told her the chick coming down the road was HDTJ - Now, this was forty years ago and to the best of my recollection that's where that nickname came from - now "Dancing Bear", that's another story, another time ! PEACE
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