My conversation with Don Van Vliet . . . the good Captain is dead.

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:

“Once you’ve heard Beefheart, it’s hard to wash him out of your clothes.” – Tom Waits


Deeply worried . . .

Two consecutive mornings I have woken up singing . . . a good sign you might say . . . however I regret to inform readers that I was singing a James Blunt song concotion about being in Californi-bloody-a. I also found myself tapping my feet to Michael-bloody-Buble. Is it possible that radiotherapy damages your faculties and affects your ability to be discerning?

Any advice would be appreciated… meanwhile . . I shall go and find my early Captain Beefheart . . help me, Don

“Safe as milk, it’s ah . .safe as milk’