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Featured book – In Search of Captain Beefheart

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Here’s some reviews for my memoir. It’s a book on Rock Music that leads you from the sixties right through to the present – the diaries and recollections of a fanatic! A life well lived!

By Amazon Customer on 1 Jan. 2016

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We move from the rock of a 2004 White Stripes gig to the deep blues of Son House performing in 1968 in the very first paragraph, which gives some idea of the huge range of personal and musical experience covered in this always lively and thoroughly engaging personal testimony. We are taken on a freewheeling and cheerfully anarchic journey across time and space from the earliest days of rock’n’roll through the vibrant 60s and its many musical offshoots and current influences, with every anecdote giving ample evidence for the author’s central idea – that music transforms and inspires like nothing else, forging an organic link with our own lives and even the politics and beliefs we live by. There are sharp, vivid, honest and cheerfully scatological portraits of his musical heroes with warm praise and candid criticism providing the salty ring of truth. The book has wry down-to-earth humour, a breakneck momentum, mostly good musical taste, fascinating gossip, strong opinions, passionate loves and equally passionate hates – and there’s not a dull moment in it. Written with a warm and generous spirit, in the end it amounts to a radical critique of much more than music. It captures the modern zeitgeist with zest and courage. Recommended.

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The title is a little misleading; as it is not a book about Beefheart , but rather an account of growing up through the 60s and 70s in Britain. For people like myself 60+ year’s of age and like the author, a keen collector of records and tapes, this book will have a deep resonance. It was like living my early years of music all over again, as Mr. Goodwin kept mentioning the recording artists that I knew.
An enjoyable read, made for the coach, train, or ‘plane trip.

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If you grew up listening to music in the 60s then like me you will love this book, there were so many similarities between my musical awakening and the author’s that it was uncanny, I was never as obsessive about collecting as he obviously was but I went to so many of the gigs that are listed in the book. The book took me back to the days of being a hippy when everything seemed possible and we thought we could change the world with music and love, sadly we were wrong but thankfully the music lives on and Opher captures the spirit of the age perfectly. I found myself longing to get my vinyl out and start playing my old Roy Harper and Incredible String band LPs. The book is well written and shows what a fascinating life Opher has led, for anyone who was there and has forgotten the details this book will delight you and for any serious students of how good music evolved then this book is a must.

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One man’s journey to find his “religion” which arrives through his “prophets” Roy Harper & Captain Beefheart & his Magic Band. Disjointed/anarchic depending on your viewpoint but readable with some good photos. This man is obsessive about his rock music.

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If you were there, the 60s that is, and you have forgotten much, and you will have, then this is an interesting memory jogger. Read more

Published 11 months ago by Pete 2 Sheds

How very dare you captain sweetheart weird only to the tone deaf with t h no hearts. Pink Floyd are not just Roger waters all their best music came from three good music players… Read more

Published 12 months ago by Richard

Rock music lovers and anyone who has lived through the sixties and seventies will LOVE this book!

Why not give it a go?

In Search of Captain Beefheart – two short film clips that I made to advertise the book.

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Here’s a couple of links to two short videos I put together to advertise my book ‘In Search of Captain Beefheart’

My great friend Pete and I went to a couple of concerts by the Magic Band. I filmed some short sections of my favourite songs and we put together these short films. They were fun.

Incidentally – the book was a memoir of the sixties and Rock Music. It is not about Beefheart.

Why not give the book a go?

Photos – Magic Band – Leeds 2011

Captain Beefheart and the Magic Band were my favourite band of all-time. As they disbanded back in 1981 I thought I would never get the chance to hear that brilliant music again. With the Captain indisposed (and then later dying) it looked like the end. But then John French, who was the musical director of the band, put together a band to commemorate the incredible music of Don Van Vliet.

I went to see the new incarnation without much hope for great things. They did have four original members in Denny Walley, Rockette Morton Gary Lucas and John French (Drumbo) but I was still not allowing my hopes to get too strong. Who else could sing like Beefheart? How wrong I was. John French did an admirable job on vocals and the band were so hot they burnt a hole in the stage. True they did not look quite as trim as they had done thirty years before but they sounded monstrous.

By the time Leeds came around Gary Lucas had left but was replaced by the remarkable Eric Klerks. Here’s a few photos from that brilliant Leeds concert in 2011.

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Rockette Morton with Laser Beans

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Magic Band – 2015 November Tour Dates – The Best Band in the Universe!

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Even without the Captain this band are superb. Rockette Morton on brilliant bass, Denny Walley and Elliott Ingber on guitar and John French on Drums and vocals. Unbelievably good.

The music is spot on; the musicianship outstanding, sound brilliant and music superlative. I’ve not heard better!!!

I’ve been raving about Captain Beefheart and his Magic Band since 1967. Here they are albeit without the Captain. I never believed anybody could take his place but Drumbo (John French) is amazing.

This may be their last tour. Don’t miss it!!  Here’s where they are:

4th Nov – Nottingham – Rescue Rooms

5th Nov – Manchester – Band on the Wall

7th Nov – Preston – Continental

8th Nov – Liverpool – Kazimier

10th Nov – Sheffield – Greystones

11th Nov – Leeds – Brudenell Social Club

16th Nov – Wolverhampton – Robin 2

17th Nov – Bristol – The Fleece

20th Nov – London – Under the Bridge

21st Nov – Aldershot – West End Centre

I’ll be hitting at least two if not four. Sheffield & Leeds are definites. I’m toying with Liverpool and London. We’ll see!!

Be there or be square.

 

It’s worth a trip from Perth!!

Get in with a flight from Berlin!!

Be in the know with a flight from Rio!!

Hear them play with a trip from L.A.!!

Poetry – Egg Poot Froth – A poem I wrote for Don Van Vliet – Captain Beefheart.

All this talk of Captain Beefheart took me back to this poem I wrote. It is an attempt to capture something of his inimitable style. So obviously it failed horribly as nobody can ever come close.

But it was fun. I visualised it as a performance piece. At one time I was discussing dressing up as a pantomime horse with my mate Rich, walking around Hull with me reciting this through the horses backside.

Somehow he wasn’t keen.

EGG POOT FROTH

Egg poot froth

Egg poot froth

Masticated in magenta mandibles

Egg poot froth

Migrating magnificently

Nowhere

 

Tooth drip spew

          Tooth drip spew

Grips the tortured trebles

Tooth drip spew

Tangibly trembling

In the air

 

Egg poot     Tooth drip

 

While the tragic hobo jungle bum

Constructs the new day

And rambles on his way

Egg poot froth

Egg poot froth

 

Egg poot

Tooth drip

Froth spew

While the hobo bum

Creates the day anew

 

Gypsy Queen Princess

Illuminates the new day

Dancing through magenta dawn

To where the hoboes play

 

Egg poot froth

Egg poot froth

 

She chooses wisely

As the magic hoboes pose

Evades the tooth and spew

That every pooter knows

 

Tooth drip spew

 

Maxillae clatter

And labia vibrate

Hoboes spurt

Pooters can’t wait

 

Egg poot froth                         Egg poot froth

 

Young dudes rush and prance

While claw and tooth cleave

Old jungle bums

Reap the day and leave

 

Tooth drip            Spew

 

The Gypsy Queen Princess

Discards her froth and poots

Another day is born

Another pooter shoots

 

Egg poot froth

Egg poot froth

That’s all there is!

Egg poot froth

Evolution’s come to this!

 

Opher 12.7.00

A Tale Of Harps and Hearts

Trust Ian to simultaneously come up with a great piece on the Captain! Check out his great site https://eeyorntails.wordpress.com
This is a great piece.

A self portrait by Don van Vliet

A Tale Of Harps and Hearts

I was up at the crack of dawn, as I often am, a couple of days ago when this old tune from my early teenage years started playing in my head. It continued playing for much of the day as I desperately searched to see if I had the album from which it came. The song had been recorded by a white Californian, but you could have been forgiven for thinking it was a black man singing raw Delta Blues, and the singer was indeed compared very favourably with Howlin Wolf, who was one his main musical heroes.

Donald Glenn Vliet was born in  1941, and was the son of a Dutch American. Don would often claim that one of his ancestors was a close friend of Rembrandt, who was a major inspiration for him. He was a precociously talented artist and sculptor as a young child.

He is said to have begun drawing and sculpting at the age of four. His subjects reflected his obsession with animals, particularly dinosaurs, fish, African mammals and lemurs. At the age of nine he won a children’s sculpting competition organised for the Los Angeles Zoo in Griffith Park by a local sculptor, Agostinho Rodrigues. This led him to become a student of Rodrigues for several years. During this time, Vliet received several offers of sponsorship from local businesses, including one from a local creamery which would have allowed him  to go and study marble sculpture for 6 years in Italy. He is said to have turned all these offers down, largely due to his parents intense disapproval of art in general, which they associated with homosexuality. His relationship with his parents became very strained as a result, and from his early teenage years onwards he would remain locked in his bedroom, only emerging each day to go to school. During this time, he became friends with another boy at school called Francis, who had a similarly strained relationship with his parents, and the two of them would spend hours together locked in Donald’s bedroom listening to old Delta blues records by Robert Johnson and Son House, Chicago blues by the likes of Howlin Wolf and Muddy Waters, along with Jazz records by  Ornette Coleman, John Coltrane and Thelonius Monk.

Francis started to play the drums and studied orchestral drumming for a time and played drums with a few local bands, before switching to electric guitar later. He became interested in avant-garde music after hearing of a local record shop who had boasted of having such a wildly eclectic stock of records, that they had recently even sold a copy of ‘The Complete Works of Edgar Varese, Vol 1′. Francis was so intrigued by the claim that he spent the next year trying to find another copy of the album, which he eventually did, and this led him to eventually discover Stravinsky, Schoenberg and other avant-garde composers all of whom would remain major inspirations to both youngsters in their later musical careers.

Donald had had major difficulties at school, being severely dyslexic throughout his life, and yet he was a prolific poet and largely self-taught artist, and managed to teach himself to play the harmonica, saxophones and clarinets while being unable to read music. And despite his severely withdrawn personality, with Francis’s encouragement,  he eventually overcame his shyness and found that he was in possession of a very powerful 5-octave range singing voice.

Both lads would go on to become acknowledged as major musical creative geniuses.   Francis recorded over 60 albums  and achieved some considerable commercial success, despite his strongly held and forcefully voiced anti-establishment views, his penchant for bitingly satirical lyrics and his off-the-wall Dada-esque stageshows. Donald made just 13 records before retiring from music to devote himself to painting and sculpture and living as a recluse in the Mohave desert where he had lived in his later childhood. His paintings and sculptures command very high prices these days. During his musical career however, he was perpetually broke and notorious for paying his band peanuts if they got paid at all.

Francis would shorten his name to Frank, and form the ‘Mothers of Invention’  before eventually going solo. Donald became Don Van Vliet, but adopted the persona of a character written for him in one of Frank’s early plays as his stage name – Captain Beefheart. He joined a group of accomplished musicians as lead vocalist playing blues covers, before stamping his authority on them and making them his backing band and musical collaborators which played exclusively van Vliet compositions.

Captain Beefheart and the The Magic Band

Captain Beefheart and the Magic Band – Gimme dat Harp, Boy
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2jFiMh6d-hs

Harp Boogie
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bt70hrY9Fuk

John Peel’s documentary tribute to Beefheart
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dBa8bS_vZkM

Wiki entry
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Captain_Beefheart

Website
http://www.beefheart.com/

Don van Vliet, artist, composer and singer 1941-2010

Captain Beefheart – Blabber ‘n’ Smoke – brilliant environment lyrics from a Rock poet.

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Captain Beefheart (AKA Don Van Vliet) was a brilliant and highly original poet before going on to become a idiosyncratic artist.

This was one of his poems from the early 1970s. It still holds as much weight today as it did then. All we humans do is blabber and smoke. We allow the world and wild-life to be destroyed around us.

The blabber and smoke lyrics work on many levels – dope – industry – governments – activists.

My praise goes out to the demonstrators who march, protest and actively oppose the destruction of the worlds.

But I cannot help thinking that the pollution is the symptom. The real disease is overpopulation. Unless we solve that quickly the planet is doomed.

I outline the problems and solutions in my book Anthropocene Apocalypse:

Blabber ‘n Smoke

All you ever do is blabber ‘n smoke
There’s ah big pain in your window
‘N all your waters turn t’ rope
It gonna hang you all
Dangle you all
Dang you all
If you don’t hurry there will be no hope
Why don’t you quit actin’ like ah dope
All you ever do is blabber ‘n smoke
It don’t matter where you got your start
Which side of your head you wear your heart
Clean up the air
‘N treat the animals fair
I can’t help but think you treat love like ah joke
Time’s runnin’ out
‘N all you ever do is blabber ‘n smoke
Blabber ‘n smoke
Blabber ‘n smoke

More lyrics http://www.allthelyrics.com/lyrics/captain_beefheart/blabber_n_smoke-lyrics-592687.html#ixzz3QVTei1WU

Magic Band photos from Lincoln 2014 – now on Opher’s World

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Hi

I have put the photos of the incredible Magic Band performance at the Engine Room at Lincoln up on my blog: http://ophersworld.com/

I loved the gig – hope you like the photos!

The Sixties Counter-Culture saved the World!

1950s post-war culture was drab and dreary. Life in Britain was dire with rationing and poverty. The country was littered with bomb-sites and no money to provide the impetus for a renovation to lift the country.

Socially life was equally drab and boring. For boys you wore shorts until you were thirteen and then went into long trousers as a right of passage. At thirteen you became a mini version of your dad. For girls it was even worse. There were strict taboos and dress codes. Life was very linear and stereotyped.

I grew up in the post-war period with the ‘Sword of Damocles’ hanging over our heads in the form of what was accurately called M.A.D – Mutually Assured Destruction. The Soviet Union and the West were at each other’s throats with thousands of nuclear warheads poised. The USA was quite keen to use Britain as a fixed aircraft carrier and there was talk of a limited exchange that would involve a European theatre i.e the USA and bulk of Russia would miss out on the action. Nuclear war did not just seem a possibility but more of an inevitability.

The nearest we got was the ‘Cuban Missile Crisis’. I remember going to school and listening to it in the classroom instead of lessons. The USA had told Russia that if they went over the line of latitude set by the States it would be an act of war and they would attack the ships. That would have been the prelude to the end. We were not sure we were going to get home again.

The 1960s was a period of liberalisation after the stultifying 1950s. Censorship was being relaxed and boundaries were being pushed. There was the Allen Ginsberg ‘Howl’ trial and the DH Lawrence ‘Lady Chatterley’s Lover’ trial.

This was the setting for the Rock Scene to find it’s feet and become the political and social conscience of youth.

Behind the burgeoning Rock Scene was the Counter-Culture sensibilities of the Beat Generation and then the Hippie Movement. While these movements were small in number their effect was enormous. They reached right through the Underground Scene to have a great effect on Popular Culture. Most young people were not part of the Hippie/Beat experience but were affected by it through its manifestation in Pop music and fashion. They might not have heard of Captain Beefheart, Roy Harper, the Grateful Dead, or Edgar Broughton but they had heard the Beatles, Stones, Hendrix and Cream and they were affected by the plastic hippie Flowerpot Men, Scott McKenzie and the Mamas & Papas. They thought London swung and Carnaby Street and Haight-Asbury were the places to be.

The effects of the Hippie movement in San Francisco and the Underground scene in London, Los Angeles and New York, was far reaching. There was an explosion of colour, fun, street theatre, hedonism, marijuana, sexual liberation and rebelliousness tinged with a distrust of the establishment, a civil rights unrest and an anti-war ethic.

It was hip to be young. There was a generation gap like never before. Youth was in revolt, marching in the streets, protesting and fighting for freedoms the previous generation could only dream of. They were pushing back the boundaries. Their musicians were the new leaders. Dylan, Hendrix and Morrison set the tone. The establishment were reeling. There was a camaraderie and sense of the bringing in of a new era.

The effect was felt globally. Youth all over the world saw the excitement and energy of this sixties culture and wanted to be part of it. Psychedelic bands started up all over the globe from Peru to India, Pakistan and Australia as well as all over the Soviet Union. Youth was in harmony with each other and revolt against the status quo. All over the world kids were donning kaftans, flares with scarves and beads, exhorting peace and love and forming bands. They wanted part of the sexual revolution, the liberalisation and fun and were kicking against the repression of the State. The historic animosities broke down. As far as the kids were concerned you were either a Freak or Straight.

Behind the Iron Curtain the youth of Russia were hooked on the Beatles, Stones, Dylan and Hendrix. They wanted Western music, Western jeans and Western freedoms. It led to a breakdown of the division between the East and West. Youth was talking the same language. It signalled the end of the Cold War.

We were not mutually destroyed in a nuclear holocaust. The 1960s counter-culture changed history.

If you want to read more about the 1960s, about the counter-culture or Rock Music then why not visit my blog: http://ophersworld.com/   It’s all there!