Don Van Vliet a.k.a. Captain Beefheart – – January 15, 1941 – December 17, 2010
I once had a conversation with the good Captain. Someone in the band pointed out the fact that sitting at the back of the venue where we were playing – The Speakeasy, (just off London’s Oxford Street) was THE MAN himself.
After the gig, as we were loading the Transit, he stepped in a somewhat ‘tired and emotional’ manner over the gear and muttered, “Nice band.”
I said, “Thank you.”
I think that constitutes a conversation.
Goodbye, Don . . . .
Have a listen to this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1MnQx80nS9U
“Once you’ve heard Beefheart, it’s hard to wash him out of your clothes.” – Tom Waits
The morning after my ‘First post therapy gig’ fiasco the main/only topic of conversation in the bar was the chaos created by the heavy snowfall. Italy and the rest of Europe had ground to a halt. On the Firenze-Bologna autostrada there were people stuck in their trucks and cars for up to 17 hours. However one truck driver who was carrying Prosecco and Panettone, a very traditional Xmas combination; sparkling wine and cake. He decided that he needed to eat and drink and shared his cargo with others stuck in the same snowbound situation!
I think us Brits would have starved to death, whereas this enterprising Italian simply made the best of the situation. Excellent!
Archie is the most territorial cat in the world…in my world, anyway…. until the arrival of Felix (real name unknown) She is the prettiest little kitten, with MASSIVE EYES, and as a consequence looks permanently startled!!!!
She appears to have moved in for the winter, with his blessing. Yesterday me and the two of them were all asleep together on the settee . . .