Here's my poop:
(Give it a read-through & check the links later)
Sometime, back at art college around 1966 in the UK, my world, my future, my vocabulary took on a whole new impetus.
- I Had fervently studied Duchamp, Miro, Bosch, Salvador Dali and all.
- I had made artistic holes in limestone rock and dabbled Pollock-like (but my spatters lacked conviction).
- I had tried to look cool in a Blind Boy Grunt hat.
- I had tried to grow a moustache.
- I had a chrome scooter, although my old school-mates were 'Greasers'.
- I had got totally hip to Roland Kirk's musique concrète.
- I had annoyed the neighbours with my souped-up, pink & green low-slung Standard 10.
- I had put a quiff in my hair and not realized 'mixing art' when I'd played Wipeout & Pipeline to death.
- I had argued the toss over The Rolling Stones being miles better than The Beatles.
- I had began my first hand-drawn discography of blues-jazz fusion catalyst Alexis Korner.
- I had chortled at Spike Milligan, Tom Lehrer's parodies and begun to dig Lord Buckley's "Nazz"-speak.
- I had met some East-end girls and some West-end girls on my journeys into Film Noir & Cinéma Vérité.
- I had also discovered frankfurters, Catholic Girls and American beverages.
- I had gone to dances in my mother's old fur coat, wearing hessian trousers & double-knit tops.
- I had discovered funny substances, alternate Todd-like realities and several parallel universes.
- I had spent a night eating lentils, waiting for Dawn to happen at Stonehenge. (Lovely girl, ruined her life).
- I had discovered Kierkegaard, Moorcock, SF, Plato, The Silver Surfer, monster movies, concrete poetry & John Cage.
- I had discovered creeds divide our Godly existence.
- I had fervently wished music was a better mess to make than war.
Then things changed forever.
I had found Don Van Vliet on the airwaves.
He then, unknowingly, had introduced me to to a guy called Frank & his Freak Out!.
Suddenly, my art and every thing I'd wrestled with in my teenage angst made sense.
And has done ever since.
The world, in all it's dysfunctional progress, owes more than a debt of gratitude to the genius of this modern day composer and all-round good guy.
You Are What You Is.
To discover a blues-jazz fusion single, with FZ on guitar & Beefheart on vocals:
It's called "I Wanna Find A Woman That'll Hold My Big Dweezil Till I Have To Go"
(b/w a flipside cover-version, done by Korner & Cyril Davies fronting The Bluesbreakers
- with Mayall 'off sick' for the day, designing the antiquated picture sleeve). I can but dream.
"The task must be made difficult, for only the difficult inspires the noble-hearted discographer"
Paraphrasing apologies to Søren Kierkegaard