A squid eating dough in a polyethylene bag... (RIP Captain Beefheart)

...is fast and bulbous. Got me?
RIP Don Van Vilet.
http://www.thirdage.com/news/captain-beefheart-dies-ms-complications_12-17-2010
My friends used to call it "stuck in Beefheart Prison" when I'd put on Trout Mask Replica.

 

Re: A squid eating dough in a polyethylene bag is fast and bulbous. Got me?

I will not d_b someone for starting a thread titled, "RIP Captain Beefheart"

 

I read the entire first post three times. And it still didn't seem to be in English. Nor did the thread title.

So I clicked on the link, and something called an "avant garde rocker" died, really? WTF does that even mean?

 

Poor man's Frank Zappa, who I believe gave him his start. Could be mistaken, though.

 

Avant Garde is a silly term. He was a great, innovative blues musician who influenced many bands.
He and Zappa were high school buddies.

 

At least that helps. I've heard of Zappa!

 

Now is your chance to listen to something different.

 

Yeah, I'll pass. But I do appreciate the offer. Truly. Not sarcasm.

 

Captain Beefheart's gonna be dead, and you're gonna say, "Oh, I've been listening to him for years, and I think he's fabulous."
-John Winger, Stripes

 

He toured with Zappa's band for awhile in the 1970s. I'm too lazy to look, but he used to Muffin Man live.

 

Haha, great song.

He gathers an intimate quantity of dried muffin remnants ...

 

RIP Captain.



The thousandth and tenth day of the human totem pole.
The morning was distemper grey,
On the thousandth and tenth day of the human totem pole.
The man at the bottom was smiling.
He had just finished his breakfast smiling.
It hadn't rained or manured for over two hours.
The man at the top was starving.
The pole was a horrible looking thing
With all of those eyes and ears
And waving hands for balance.
There was no way to get a copter in close
So everybody was starving together.
The man at the top had long ago given up
But didn't have nerve enough to climb down.
At night the pole would talk to itself and the chatter wasn't too good.
Obviously the pole didn't like itself, it wanted to walk!
It was the summer and it was hot
And balance wouldn't permit skinning to undergarments.
It was an integrated pole, it was taking on an reddish brown cast.
Exercise on the pole was isometric,
Kind of a flex and then balance
Then the highest would roll together,
The ears wiggle, hands balance.
There was a gurgling and googling heard
A tenth of the way up the pole.
Approaching was a small child
With statue of liberty doll.