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 …
"The Paper is breathless Under the handAnd the pencil is poisedLike a warlock's wandBut the white page darkensAnd is blown on the windAnd the voice of a pencilwho can find?" ( From 'Drawings by Mervyn Peake 'Grey Walls Press 1949 ) I Wrote : The Mighty Parker The mighty Parker descendedin a gentle, yet forceful dropmeeting the paper with a damp kiss.travelling south producing a vertical line.A nanopause, then a flourish.I.Movement on a North East,South West axisuntil;M. Nanopausing,then the Parker movement isrepeated until; M. Before the nib rests toinhale,vertical lines combine with horizontal branchesuntil; E. Characters converse: " Hi i am I" "Hi I, i am M " "Me 2" "who is your paper mate?"I asked i be eeeee! " Can we get together?" I asked. " Great idea " They replied.Go. I IiiiI Mmmmmm Now together I'm I'M " Now you two try." "OK" Mmmmmmmm Eeeeeeee Oh! Meeee Me ME. 'ALL TOGETHER NOW "I'…
Michaelmas cold chills bones Leaning away sideways creep Still the life growth not shown In repose feigning sleep. Hilary re- spokes the yearly wheel Starts a quickening from the floor Warmth slowly dissipates cold feel Blossoms make the pulses soar. Trinity brings the sultry, sweating summer air From green to purple the refiner Brings a legacy of fruit to pick and share Many thanks Victoria Regina . 25/8/'17 Ck.
He Wrote : With People, So With Trees With people, so with trees: where there are groups Of either, men or trees, some will remain Aloof while others cluster where one stoops To breathe some dusky secret. Some complain
And some gesticulate and some are blind: Some toss their heads above green towns; some freeze For lack of love in copses of mankind; Some laugh: some mourn ; with people, so with trees Mervyn Peake 1940- published in "Peakes Progress " 1978.
Our Faithful Plum.
Trees caught in Tewkesbury flood. ᐿᐿᐿᐿ Were I to write an essay on the subject of " …