dclxvii. PRINCE (1958-2016)
from Musicology
dclxvi. CAPTAIN BEEFHEART (Don Van Vliet) (1941-2010)
from Ice Cream for Crow
His 12th and final album; he quit the music business to devote himself to painting. From his biographer, Mike Barnes:
"This album feels like an hors-d'oeuvre for a main course that never came."
**
Hey Garland, I dig your tweed coat
I'll trade you a domino this size, mothball-scented
The woman silk nude tie painting his chest
One celluloid stay exposed through his nibbled collar
Feet speckled the sidewalk
Faces gurgled through windows
Passing cars gum rubber streaks
Neon plant swim like green seaweed to a deep rhythm of blues
Red thyroid sunsets, flame in speckled chemistry
Pipes run off dark tubes
Erase into marks that pour the dye of darkness
Crystal comes together as silent as ink
"I don't think I could let it go. I got it at the religious scene."
Teeth let go, tobacco juice, an oiled balloon, brown eye in an egg white, black tar bubbles and stripes
A straw hat squeaked on the brim of a feather
Newsprint thumbed through nicotine fingers, a dark olive was turned on
Its small pulp speaker burst into a scream
One large tomato was inmediately peeled skin red
It bled into a red "O" and smacked behind accepted fangs
Quick eyebrows danced cutely above a mole
The bridge held a large gold pair of spectacles
The front was smooth
It gradually gathered and wrinkled at the holes
A dark wooden moustache deposited below above Chinese red varnished lips that dented slightly into the evening.
"It's gotten quite cold. I've decided I can't sell you my coat."
Honking, the wind puffed into the clumps above the lattice rows
And out looked Panatella, naked and not ashamed, without no clothes
Wiggle Pig went snout-first into a tree
The rubber turkey was gobbled up by the night's dark rubber mouth
'N a white phosphorous raindrop dropped in the sky
Hot silhouettes in a convertible gave this applause.
And several white porcelain trays were rolled in by bumblebees
Their wings arranged with pictures out of the past
And the rainbow baboon gobbled fifteen fish eyes with each spoon
Pockets was caught at window level
Approaching the fractured glass, dripping in light, he spoke:
"I've just looked at myself, and from here to there it ain't far enough, but from here to here it's too short"
"And circles don't fly, they float," Pena exclaimed and went on to say:
"Sun sure did shine this year. Who'd you look like underneath?"
dclxii. SIMON, Paul (1941- )
from You're the One
May twelve angels guard you
While you sleep
Maybe that's a waste of angels I don't know
I'd do anything to keep you safe
From the danger that surrounds us
Little by little
Bit by bit
Little bit by little bit
Now you got it that's it
What're you thinking
Things'll go sour?
Take its temperature every hour
Nervous when you own it
Nervous when it's gone
What do you think has been going on
For so long?
You are the air
Inside my chest
You're the one
You broke my heart
You made me cry
You're the one
You broke my heart
You made me cry
You're the one
You broke my heart
You made me cry
You're the one
But when I hear if from the other side
It's a completely different song
I'm the one who made you cry
And I'm the one who's wrong
And in my dream you spoke to me
And you said you said
You're the one
Your broke my heart
You made me cry
You're the one
You broke my heart
You made me cry
You're the one
You broke my heart
You made me cry
You're the one
Nature gives us shapeless shapes
Clouds and waves and flame
But human expectation
Is that love remains the same
And when it doesn't
We point our fingers
And blame blame blame
You're the one
You broke my heart
You made me cry
And I'm the one
I broke your heart
I made you cry
And you're the one
You broke my heart
You made me cry
And we're the ones
dclx. JOHANSSON, Jan (1931-1968)
Nature Boy (1963)
JJ, piano
Georg Riedel, bass
Rune Gustafsson, guitar
NDE-Studioband
(4:44)
from In Hamburg
Tragically killed in a car accident in 1968.
dclix. ZAPPA, Frank (1940-1993)
Cheepnis -- Percussion (1973)
(4:09)
"I Love Monster Movies"
(2:11)
Cheepnis
FZ, guitar, vocals
George Duke, keyboards, vocals
Tom Fowler, bass
Ruth Underwood, percussion
Bruce Fowler, trombone
Napoleon Murphy Brock, tenor saxophone, flute, vocals
Ralph Humphrey, drums, percussion
Chester Thompson, drums, percussion
(3:36)
Three consecutive tracks from the Late Show at the Roxy on December 10, 1973, at which I was privileged to be in the audience.
Start with a percussion-only version of Cheepnis ("I have a surprise for you -- you've all been fooled!"); followed by a brief discussion of why Frank loves monster movies; and finally the entire band performing Cheepnis.
dclviii. THE BEATLES
from Anthology 1
Best's drumming seems quite adequate. Poor guy -- the discarded Beatle.
dclvii. MARTINO, Pat (1944-2021)
Just Friends (1967)
PM, guitar
Trudy Pitts, organ
Mitch Fine, drums
(5:49)
dclvi. COLTRANE, John (1926-1967)
Giant Steps (1960)
JC, tenor saxophone
Tommy Flanagan, piano
Paul Chambers, bass
Art Taylor, drums
(4:47)
from Giant Steps
dcl. ZAPPA, Frank (1940-1993)
G-spot Tornado
Four versions
1. FZ, synclavier (1985)
(3:17)
from Jazz From Hell
dxiii. LEONHART, Michael (1974- )
from Seahorse and the Storyteller
"Seahorse & the Storyteller is the story of two mythical creatures who meet, fall in love and begin piecing together the mysteries of each other's past. They set off on an adventure that will lead them to the ends of the world. Along the way, they encounter a cast of colorful characters who will forever change them." -- ML
dcxli. NTO' & LUCARIELLO
Nuje Vulimme 'na Speranza (2014)
(3:31)
from the soundtrack to the Italian television series Gomorrah.
dcxxxix. METHENY, Pat (1954- )
from As Falls Wichita, So Falls Wichita Falls
This long-form composition took up all of Side One of the LP. Its hazy, relaxed vibe belies some complex harmonic movement ... and the ambient sounds (numbers, airport noise, etc.) add a lot of texture to this gorgeous music.
dcxxxviii. KENEALLY, Mike (1961- )
Race the Stars (2016)
MK, guitars, keyboards, vocals
Pete Griffin, bass
Joe Travers, drums
(3:44)
from Scambot 2
This track immediately follows Buzz.
**
Wrangthorn, his evil impulses now mollified by Govin, gets nostalgic about the good times with his old friends, the rest of God. He makes a pitch for joining forces once again.
WRANGTHORN
Well
Well
Well, seeing as how we're good Gods
And bring no cow o' gold
We'll take it back down to atoms
And make it like days of old
It takes some time to unlock
A rock of hate this hard
You've made it and I swear it
I'll embrace the stars
But, you can't bake bread with gunpowder
And, you can't buy Cheech from Chong
I say these things and somehow
They do not serve me wrong
It takes some soul to unwind
The mess that's been put up
What's solved by being unkind
Can take a ride in a Dixie cup
Oh, won't you slide in my easy car
You and I can race the stars
Race the stars
Well
The rest of God aren't having it. They don't trust Wrangthorn any further than they can throw him (which is probably pretty far). Wrangthorn is defiant.
Your eyes aim doubt upon me
Some words you've heard before
You don't and won't condone me
It's best I find the door
But I know for sure
You can fret and kick the tar
People I will race the stars
Come on
Come on
Oh come on
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