Far be it from me to be the first to turn this new forum into a RIP littered cemetery but I’m saddened by the death of Don Van Vliet. He was a true original. I was lucky to see the Magic Band without him twice and it was much more than a tribute. He made his mark.
That is a great loss.
Now he’s like “the goldfish lying upside down in it’s bowl”
(I was lucky enough to see him with Magic Band)
I wish it were just a Cardboard Cutout Sundown.
A true original
RIP
Sail on Captain…
Mauri.
RIP Don…
That’s really sad to hear
Older I get, the more people I know/grew up with are passing away …
Thanks, Ruddy Duck.
RIP and respect to Don Van Vliet.
RIP Captain…
“Opaque melodies that bug most people”.
Very sad news.
New York Times
There will be a shooting star on Observatory Crest tonight …
RIP, DVV
The man with the woman head
Polynesian wallpaper made the face stand out,
a mixture of Oriental and early vaudeville jazz poofter,
forming a hard, beetle-like triangular chin much like a praying mantis.
Smoky razor-cut, low on the ear neck profile.
The face the color of a nicotine-stained hand.
Dark circles collected under the wrinkled, folded eyes,
map-like from too much turquoise eyepaint.
He showed his old tongue through ill-fitting wooden teeth,
stained from too much opium, chipped from the years.
The feet, brown wrinkles above straw loafers.
A piece of cocoanut in a pink seashell caught the tongue
and knotted into thin white strings.
Charcoal grey Eisenhower jacket zipped and tucked into a lotus green ascot.
A coil of ashes collected on the white-on-yellow dacs.
Four slender bones with rings and nails
endured the weight of a hard fast black rubber cigarette holder.
I could just make out Ace as he carried the tray and mouthed,
“You cheap son of a bitch”
as a straw fell out of a Coke, cartwheeled into the gutter.
So this was a drive-in restaurant in Hollywood,
So this was a drive-in restaurant in Hollywood,
So this was a drive-in restaurant in Hollywood.