Happy birthday to (Seán) Feargal Sharkey and Michael Bradley, born in Derry on this day in 1958 and 1959 respectively.
Are teenage dreams so hard to beat?
Didn’t John Peel say that this was the perfect single EVER!
For everyone who enjoyed yesterday’s Partial Eclipse of the Sun . . .there is this . . . . . . . . you won’t have see it from there but hey, we went up there to watch the city . . . . . .
This cropped up after all the tributes to dear Glen Hansard and I always wondered . . .my guess is Marketa found this Czech source and it’s poetry stuck them . . . . .
Captain Beefheart and The Magic Band - Seam Crooked Sam
Don Van Vliet--vocals, words and music
John French--guitar John Thomas--keyboard bass
The mule kicked off a new one
and the stockings ran up Seam Crooked Sam
bandana frock stuffed with smoke
and ears out flopped like bowlin’ pins
hog troughs hocked and wallered in cool mud bins
and patent leather hooves
split in twos
rooms for rent down t’ Ben’s
Friends uh danced in a frenzy
choked a juke bird with froth glass ferns
and turpentine earns her sawdust daily keep
and whiskey creeps down her nape naked front
and red leatherette
peen button set where her fanny sweat
raised her wrist-a-fan and a mouse coughed cotton
through a screen door cracked sand
rooms rent only to friends
Hat Rack Hotel
architecture tincture of red agate
pinched the southern belle
and splayed his cracked nail hand
grey fedora–snappy band
and the camel walls yelluh like damp dead chickens
beak down the hard wood floor
and the music–O the music
harp man blew his best lung white shirt
his feet worked like a monkey out the door
and Dora robbed a baby through a dark bebop
licorice lenses fogged in hot sorrow
through the floorboards at the general store
yuh foods still in the hot hand oven
apple pie cooked through a seed bruised stem eye
sticky in the window of Momma Frame Broke
rope bell dingiln'
children I won't call you once more
