train the Caboose its not Zen its Zrite znow when the ocean is wounded it takes the whole world to heal. Ah, Eden [?] is the thing that runs down the back of your leg that makes your foot work Cough it isn't worth getting into the bull's shit to find Out what the bull ate. ah joint is part of today's anatomy an artist is one Who kids him Self the most gracefully A psychiatrist is one who wishes to die in your other life
Don Van Vliet '75
Found this poem from Don ( AKA Captain Beefheart ), whilst checking my Tumbir postings on Beefybits. This is a record of notable Beefheart videos and includes members of his backing group, The Magic Band.
This particular poem was written by Don on a scrap of paper and contained a picture of a shoe with words- yep you guessed it,
Although a special person, I don't want to lionise Don. As a former member of his band said " when you enter (his house ) you have to check your ego in and wait to be instructed. Don didn't merely have a view on things; his was the only view.
Nonetheless, even after food deprivation and abusive behaviour, it was noticeable that John ' Drumbo ' French; himself a leader of the reformed Magic Band always praised the genius that was Don, especially relating to his compositions.
John French and the band at Bristol. (June 2014 )
I have been very fortunate in seeing The Magic Band five times including the above gig in 2003, which was their reunion and consequently their first time playing together , (minus Don in England.)
The Magic Band, although having personnel changes over the years have still retained the three original members being; Mark Boston( Rockette Morton,) bass; Denny Walley ( Feelers Reebo ) slide guitar and John Drumbo ( Drumbo ) drums. Note: the alt. bracketed names are those given by Beefheart. Another controlling tactic?
I am sad to say, that it seems unlikely they will ever tour again; principally because they cannot sustain an audience in American, being a band that doesn't fit into the stadium circuit and therefore not considered commercially viable. A great pity especially as each successive tour showed an improvement in performance enthusiastically acclaimed by the British audiences.
But we have the memories; videos and recordings to sustain us.
Thank you lads for everything!
Finally I must make mention of John French's book " Beefheart: through the eyes of music. " A magnus opus of a read, in which John goes into intimate details about life in the early years of the Beefheart Band. A must read for fans and an eye opener for showing life in 60s and 70s America.
Like pebbles down a cliff-face,
become abstracted and
refuse to focus.
Like a lost jig-saw piece
thoughts wander and
search for a closure.
Like watching snooker in
thoughts drift from
lack of detail.
Like an endless-roundabout
thoughts revolve constantly
interrupting the passage of
Like a carpet without tacks,
thoughts need to be nailed,
stored and remembered.
Am I allowed to think about
Or is it merely a thought for the
Ck. 16/01/ '15
Well we had a little taste of winter last week; a mere sprinkling in Cheltenham. I'm not feeling hungry for more, so as far as I am concerned that'll do for the winter.
However for those of you that like a snowy scene, here's a shot from Wales in 1969. Brrrr! No thanks!
I want to start with a bold statement: we are all selfish. The more we age, the more we want to cling onto life. It's the old survival instinct.
That's why it's important to pause at each Valentine Day and realise how important our family and friends are. The love and support they give us and hopefully we return; slows down that selfish gene and makes us glad to be human. To love and be loved; makes us humble, content and lucky.
My synapses, as you have probably figured, fire strangely. Example: lucky made me think of gambling- having a bet - favourite jockeys; which led me to Jimmy Uttley. Jimmy
As you can tell, if you clicked on the above link, jockey Jimmy Uttley, as far as I know, only rode over hurdles, rather than fences. He will always be associated with the great Persian War, on whom he won three champion hurdles at the Cheltenham Festival 1968 - 1970
I have tried to look up further information regarding Jimmy, but …
I recently learned in a post that " The Power " by Naomi Alderman was the winner of the 2017 Baileys ( previously Orange ) Women's Prize For Fiction. This was the first time the prize had been awarded for a science fiction novel. Being a long time Sci Fi fan I got out my trusty Library App and was able quickly to reserve a copy of the said book.
It certainly was an engrossing and mildly disturbing read. A dystopian book, which puts women in the 'driving seat, 'as it were.
By using their bodily electrical systems, they are able to discharge jolts of power, which dependent upon the surge can injure, maim, or in severe cases kill their quarry, which were usually male. By this way the abused became the abusers and the females became the dominant gender.
So the whole world culture was changed, in order to adapt to these changed circumstances, with religion becoming increasingly Matriarchal with the Mother the superior.
At one it's that time for food, drink and lunch.
At one, twisting, turning I give the pillow a punch.
At two the need for post-prandial drinks at the bar.
At two in sleep I dream of lands near and very far.
At three the big crowd anxiously await the kick-off time.
At three, tossing and turning I hear the church clock chime.
At four the children come home from school safe and sound.
At four the dairy people start their early morning milk round.
At five some shops begin to close, their business done for the night
At five imperceptibly, then gradually the room is invaded by light
At six the kettle is filled and boiled for the tea to be made
At six news-vendors display the papers for the morning trade.
At seven after food and bathing, time for toddlers to go to bed.
At seven waking-up begins and the chance for sleep has fled.
At eight commuters start their journeys, causing breakfast to be a mere pretence
At eight the the theatre audiences wait expectantly for all t…