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Link Posted: 12/17/2010 5:31:33 PM EDT
[#1]
Damn, he was one of a kind for sure.
Link Posted: 12/17/2010 5:32:42 PM EDT
[#2]
Link Posted: 12/17/2010 5:34:15 PM EDT
[#3]

Girl, you thought he was a man, but he was a muffin.












Link Posted: 12/17/2010 5:34:16 PM EDT
[#4]
Quoted:
Who?


How old are you?

Link Posted: 12/17/2010 5:42:20 PM EDT
[#5]
I'm a little pimp with my hair gassed back...
Link Posted: 12/17/2010 5:43:58 PM EDT
[#6]




Quoted:

I'm a little pimp with my hair gassed back...




"HOT RATS", FTMFW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





RIP, Don!!!!!  
Link Posted: 12/17/2010 5:46:06 PM EDT
[#7]
Fast and bulbous!
Link Posted: 12/17/2010 5:46:22 PM EDT
[#8]
" The old fart was smart...."
Link Posted: 12/17/2010 5:46:42 PM EDT
[#9]
Link Posted: 12/17/2010 5:48:35 PM EDT
[#10]
Quoted:

Quoted:
Who?

26 and I've never heard of him or anything he did
 


Obviously you're not a golfer...
Link Posted: 12/17/2010 5:48:55 PM EDT
[#11]
How did he live to be 70?
Link Posted: 12/17/2010 5:50:29 PM EDT
[#12]
Quoted:
How did he live to be 70?


Chemical preservatives.
Link Posted: 12/17/2010 5:51:42 PM EDT
[#13]
Very sad news.
Link Posted: 12/17/2010 5:53:23 PM EDT
[#15]
Quoted:
How did he live to be 70?


he didn't. He died at 69 of MS.

Link Posted: 12/17/2010 5:55:34 PM EDT
[#16]


Master master



This is recorded thru uh flies ear



'n you have t' have uh flies eye t' see it



It's the thing that's gonna make Captain Beefheart



And his magic band fat



Frank it's the big hit



It's the blimp



It's the blimp Frank



It's the blimp





When I see you flo tin' down the gutter



I'll give you uh bottle uh wine



Put me on the white hook



Back in the fat rack



Shad rack ee shack



The sumptin' hoop the sumptin' hoop



The blimp the blimp



The drazy hoops the drazy hoops



They're camp they're camp



Tits tits the blimp the blimp



The mother ship the mother ship



The brothers hid under their hood



>From the blimp the blimp



Children stop yer nu sin' unless yer renderin' fun



The mother ship the mother ship



The mother ship's the one



The blimp the blimp



The tapes uh trip it's uh trailin' tail



It's traipse'n along behind the blimp the blimp



The nose has uh crimp



The nose is limp the blimp



It blows the air the snoot isn't fair



Look up in the sky there's uh dirigible there



The drazy hoops whir



You can see them just as they were



All the people stir



'n the girls knees trembles



'n run 'n wave their hands



'n run their hands over the blimp the blimp



Daughter don't yuh dare



Oh momma who cares



It's the blimp it's the blimp
Been listening to him since high school. I will miss him.



AB

Link Posted: 12/17/2010 5:58:04 PM EDT
[#17]
Link Posted: 12/17/2010 6:15:22 PM EDT
[#18]
Link Posted: 12/17/2010 6:18:13 PM EDT
[#19]



Don't blame me, it was those pesky snozzberries.
Link Posted: 12/17/2010 7:39:59 PM EDT
[#21]
Damn, I think I still have the LP "Trout Mask Replica"






His vocals on Zappa's Hot Rats doing Willy the pimp were monumental.

 
Link Posted: 12/17/2010 7:48:47 PM EDT
[#22]
Big eyed beans from Venus,
don't let anything come between us.

If you have never heard the "Clear Spot" album, you have missed alot.
Link Posted: 12/17/2010 7:55:14 PM EDT
[#23]
Quoted:
Who?


Link Posted: 12/17/2010 7:56:38 PM EDT
[#24]
Good Lord, I haven't even thought about that guy for probably twenty years. RIP.
Link Posted: 12/17/2010 8:22:06 PM EDT
[#25]
Wow.  Wiki says he was an ass to his fellow musicians in the Magic Band.

Link Posted: 12/17/2010 8:23:29 PM EDT
[#26]
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.
 
Link Posted: 12/17/2010 8:26:08 PM EDT
[#27]
And...






                        He hung around till you found





                        That he didn't know nuthin'





                       

Denny Wally on slide guitar...





She's two-hundred years old...





 
Link Posted: 12/18/2010 3:26:09 AM EDT
[#28]
Two trains
Two railroad tracks
One goin' 'n the other one comin' back
There goes my baby on that ole train
I say come back come back baby come back
Click clack click clack
There's my baby wain' her handkerchief down
My ears stand up when I hear that sound
This time it sound like it's for keeps
Click clack click clack
I get down on the ground
With the gravel around
I pray t' the Lord
That the train will stop
Turn right around
'N never stop till it drop my baby off
Now I had this girl
Threatened 'n leave me all the time
Maybe you had uh girl like that
I-yuh all time cryin'
Well I had this girl
Threatened 'n leave me all the time
Threatenin' t' go down t' N'Orleans-uh
'N get herself lost 'n found
Maybe you had uh girl like this
She's always threatenin' t' go down t' N'Orleans
'N get herself lost 'n found
C'mon I'll play it for yuh
Lemme tell yuh 'bout it
Lemme tell yuh 'bout it
There were two railroad tracks
Click clack click clack
One ah them leavin'-uh
'N the other one comin' back
I was two years from yuh baby
You were goin' way up the tracks
The train was leavin'-uh
I could see yuh wavin' your handkerchief
Click-clack
Link Posted: 12/18/2010 3:27:55 AM EDT
[#29]
Quoted:
Quoted:
How did he live to be 70?


Chemical preservatives.


I doubt it. Like Zappa, he was very anti-drug. He threw people out of his band for drug use.

Link Posted: 12/18/2010 3:34:39 AM EDT
[#30]
Link Posted: 12/18/2010 4:00:02 AM EDT
[#31]


His one gig w/Ry Cooder in the band.
Link Posted: 12/18/2010 4:15:14 AM EDT
[#32]
Shame, he added a bit of eccentricity to the music world.
Link Posted: 12/18/2010 4:44:05 AM EDT
[#33]
I have Bongo Fury on vinyl.  RIP Cap't.
Link Posted: 12/18/2010 5:05:24 AM EDT
[#34]




Quoted:

Two trains

Two railroad tracks

One goin' 'n the other one comin' back

There goes my baby on that ole train

I say come back come back baby come back

Click clack click clack

There's my baby wain' her handkerchief down

My ears stand up when I hear that sound

This time it sound like it's for keeps

Click clack click clack

I get down on the ground

With the gravel around

I pray t' the Lord

That the train will stop

Turn right around

'N never stop till it drop my baby off

Now I had this girl

Threatened 'n leave me all the time

Maybe you had uh girl like that

I-yuh all time cryin'

Well I had this girl

Threatened 'n leave me all the time

Threatenin' t' go down t' N'Orleans-uh

'N get herself lost 'n found

Maybe you had uh girl like this

She's always threatenin' t' go down t' N'Orleans

'N get herself lost 'n found

C'mon I'll play it for yuh

Lemme tell yuh 'bout it

Lemme tell yuh 'bout it

There were two railroad tracks

Click clack click clack

One ah them leavin'-uh

'N the other one comin' back

I was two years from yuh baby

You were goin' way up the tracks

The train was leavin'-uh

I could see yuh wavin' your handkerchief

Click-clack


Two Trains Running is one of my favorite CB tunes, this is another:





Now here ya come baby

With yer tail draggin' the gravy

Y' know yer P's 'n Q's

What ya don't know baby

Is you givin' me the blues

Ya got juice on your chin

Eggs on the drain-board

Pie on the wall

Dirt on the rug

I come home late

'N I stumbled 'n swore

Ya won't even give me a hug

Ya had my things all laid out by the door

I'm leavin'

I'm gonna take up with ah mermaid

'N leave you land lubbin' women alone

'N leave you land-lubbin' women alone

Ya said ya had it together once

Now yer head's around the bend

I'm tellin' ya woman

Ya better get it bach together again

I'm gonna grow fins

'N go back in the water again

If ya don't leave me alone

I'm gonna take up with ah mermaid

'N leave you land-lubbin' women alone

'N leave you land-lubbin' women alone

Now here ya come baby

With yer tail draggin' the gravy

Ya know yer P's 'n Q's

What ya don't know woman

Is yer givin' me the blues




AB

Link Posted: 12/18/2010 5:16:17 AM EDT
[#35]
Mere Man (Son of Mirror Man)

Captain Beefheart was a true inovator.  Amazing to listen to his music and realize when he recorded it.

And DVV was a real crackpot - in a good way.  
Link Posted: 12/18/2010 5:33:13 AM EDT
[#36]
I don't think there was ever anybody like him in the rock world. He was a terrible businessman, but utterly uncompromising when it came to his music. He knew what he wanted, and let nothing or nobody get in his way. What especially struck me was that they recorded Trout Mask Replica in 4 1/2 hours. They were such a tight, well-rehearsed band, they pretty much recorded it all live in the studio. Nobody else does that then or now. Most musicians just aren't good enough or disciplined enough to do it.
Link Posted: 12/18/2010 5:35:58 AM EDT
[#37]
Bummer!  I go way back with the Captain...

Making love to a vampire with a monkey on my knee
The pond shined dry like a ladies compact
Lilies leaped like flat green hearts with white hearts
Squirting yellow pollen...cocks...
Ferns ran like cool spades.. fossils. ..away from rocks
Bees echoed dark carbon hums that dashed in nothing
Gnats fucked my ears 'n nostrils
Hit my brain like hones 'n numbed t' nothing
Wings stuck on liquid bones
Making love to a vampire with a monkey on my knee
The moon poured hollow down my milky leg
Splashed still ‘n moved
The wind peed down the willows 'n pricked the needle vine
The monkey moved a fur shadow... its soot tail curled in twos
Its lips smiled needles.. its eyes rolled loose
Her throat broke open... glistened in the dew
Red berries dangled like a dream of rubies too
Snot muscles ran down her ivory chin 'n tooth within
A locket... a pin held fast to then, my love, my pocket deep within
'N senses dangled the chain that clasped me to her then
The messenger spoke the wind that blows between our time
I sensed you then 'n whispers spin 'n flow in silver dust
Around the pointed pin
Sent to nothing
God, please fuck my mind for good
Making love to a vampire with a monkey on my knee
Oh fuck that thing.. .fuck that poem...eyes crawl out with maggots
White cloth bones pile up light thrown blades
Rags ‘n skull.. scoops soil cracks.. .drain screams.. please
Take my hand 'n join me... too soon its clutches gleams
Making love to a vampire with a monkey on my knee
Death be damned... life


http://www.beefheart.com/index.html


Doc At The Radar Station is excellent.  Bongo Fury is one of my favorites too.
Link Posted: 12/18/2010 5:40:35 AM EDT
[#38]
Sun zoom spark.

RIP, Captain B.
Link Posted: 12/18/2010 5:47:14 AM EDT
[#39]
Quoted:
Quoted:
Quoted:
How did he live to be 70?


Chemical preservatives.


I doubt it. Like Zappa, he was very anti-drug. He threw people out of his band for drug use.



Really did you watch those clips of him on Letterman? the man was on something
Link Posted: 12/18/2010 6:01:44 AM EDT
[#40]
Quoted:
Quoted:
Who?


How old are you?



Age is irrelevant. My son is 18, at Parris Island and loves Capt. Beefheart. He even played Trout Mask Replica for his recruiter....

Link Posted: 12/18/2010 9:27:04 AM EDT
[#41]
It's a sad day, indeed. RIP, Cappy!
Link Posted: 12/18/2010 10:11:35 AM EDT
[#42]
I passed up a chance to see Captain Beefheart way way way back in the day at the Golden Bear in Huntington Beach.  
Link Posted: 12/18/2010 10:13:15 AM EDT
[#43]
Dachau Blues, Those poor Jews,  One mad man, Six million lose

RIP MY trout mask wearing friend
Link Posted: 12/18/2010 10:14:04 AM EDT
[#44]
Oh man, this sucks. I love Captain Beefheart.

Link Posted: 12/18/2010 2:10:01 PM EDT
[#45]
Quoted:
Quoted:
Quoted:
How did he live to be 70?


Chemical preservatives.


I doubt it. Like Zappa, he was very anti-drug. He threw people out of his band for drug use.



Alcohol counts.
Link Posted: 12/18/2010 2:19:50 PM EDT
[#46]
Link Posted: 12/18/2010 2:59:05 PM EDT
[#47]
Quoted:
Quoted:
Quoted:
Quoted:
How did he live to be 70?


Chemical preservatives.


I doubt it. Like Zappa, he was very anti-drug. He threw people out of his band for drug use.



Alcohol counts.


You could be right. He was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis by 1982. Perhaps he was in pain for some time before that and didn't understand why.
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