And Beach Boy Mike Love contributed some to the lyrics — when he wasn’t teaching about transcendental meditation he learned from Maharishi Mahesh Yogi.
So John Phillips was in a bar on a small island in the Florida Keys called Islamorada, looking for a Shangri-La, where he could find some peace and life without the warts. Who can know what was in possession of his mind, seeking a place he could only realize in his imagination.
It was a place he desperately needed, but could never find because for him it did not exist. So he pulled from his mind “Kokomo,” which had nothing to do with where he was, and laughing (or crying) at himself, he called the mythical dream-place he wanted to go to by that name.
Poor John. He wrote his autobiography and God was not mentioned in it. And he lived a terrible life, a prime example of what happens when God is left out. For John Phillips there could be no place called Kokomo until his own personal demons were vanquished. He could not find his Shangri-La anywhere, taking those demons with him, under such circumstances it could never be found.
And he sought no help from God, who could have turned it all around for him. He left his song behind that says, yes, there is a place called Kokomo — there just has to be, somewhere.
Just another weekin Tipton politics
I just recently learned about an “amendment to the agreement for use of roads and drainage” between the Wildcat Wind Farm I LLC and Tipton County that was dated Aug. 29, 2011. I did not find out about this agreement from our current county commissioners or attorney, although they were well aware of the agreement but decided it wasn’t worth mentioning to the public or the developers. It was brought up at the Sept. 19 county council meeting by a former commissioner.