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No Words Except... Thank You

Not long after I woke up this morning, I heard on the radio that Don Van Vliet - Captain Beefheart - had passed away yesterday.  He was only 69, but had been suffering from MS for quite a few years.  I can't seem to feel sad about this, because: (a) when someone's been chronically ill for a long time, and is no longer able to do the things that define them (he retired from music in the early 80s, and the paintings which he had been focusing on after that seem latterly to have ceased also), it's hard not to see a peaceful death as the best thing; (b) all I can think about is how much joy this man and his music have given me, and others like me, over the years.

The very title of this journal is a Captain Beefheart lyric.  I chose it because I knew it would either bamboozle/tantalise people by its nonsensical-ness or give 'em an instant clue as to the kind of person I am.

And... I can honestly say that I would not be the person I am now if it had not been for Captain Beefheart.  If I have tears in my eyes right now it is only because I am so thankful to have had him shout in my ear, lead me to the crack in the world's fabric, and let me peer through into the surreal, the true, the beautiful, the weird, the wrong, and the oh-so-right. ;-P  Anyone who loves this music will tell you that the world, the English language and your own imagination and way of looking at things do not survive that relationship untwisted!  Twisted in the best of all ways, and for all time. :-D

Today I also woke up to about a foot of snow outside.  This means that instead of travelling to visit relatives before Christmas, we abandoned that plan (for the time being at least!) and instead went for one wondrous wander through the snow-censored landscape.  It was so beautiful, and seemed so utterly right.  So right, to steal softly through sunshine, steal softly through snow.

I must add my condolences to the many heartfelt well-wishes going out to Don's family, friends and fans.  Thank you, Mr Vliet, for everything. <3

Comments

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(Anonymous)
Dec. 18th, 2010 05:14 pm (UTC)
Well, here is a small song I made this morning when I got the news.
It´s sad but it´s also beautiful that he passed away.
http://wtfmusic.org/#music/206/1158
song_of_copper
Dec. 18th, 2010 05:54 pm (UTC)
My smile is stuck. ^_^
allan
Dec. 18th, 2010 05:20 pm (UTC)
What a lovely tribute.
song_of_copper
Dec. 18th, 2010 05:55 pm (UTC)
Thank you. ^_^
(Anonymous)
Dec. 18th, 2010 07:08 pm (UTC)
Don
That's a very touching piece, thanks for it.

"Steal softly thru sunshine, steal softly thru snow" has, naturally, been in my mind a lot over the last few weeks.

As always, "Love over Gold"'

Steve.
song_of_copper
Dec. 18th, 2010 07:48 pm (UTC)
Re: Don
Thank you Steve. :-)

I *love* that song. Especially that line 'the sun softly melts a nothing wheel'. One of those images that sticks in the mind...

And yes, 'Love over Gold'. The only advice you need! :-D
(Anonymous)
Dec. 18th, 2010 07:36 pm (UTC)
Beautiful tribute...thank you for that. Went for a walk too in sunshine with -20 degrees. Goodbye and thank you Dear Captain.
song_of_copper
Dec. 18th, 2010 07:49 pm (UTC)
Thank you for reading. ^_^
(Anonymous)
Dec. 19th, 2010 12:18 am (UTC)
highest praise
you managed to put into words what I have searched for for ages "I would not be the person I am now if it had not been for Captain Beefheart".
That's it!
fastnbulbous to you and thanks a lot!
song_of_copper
Jan. 5th, 2011 04:42 pm (UTC)
Re: highest praise
That is kind praise, thank you! ^_^ (...and apologies for the delayed reply!)
jerrysnook
Dec. 19th, 2010 06:27 am (UTC)
The Original Bat Chain Puller Leaves God's Golfball (RIP Captain Beefheart 1941-2010)
I can also say that Captain Beefheart and The Magic Band has had a huge influence on the way I view things...I'm also saddened but not too surprised to hear the news. Ultimately those we love must move on, it's the sad but true state of things. Thankfully, music has a way of keeping views and ideas going long after our passing, and there's no doubt that this music has already had a life long after its creation.

I was motivated to write my thoughts more comprehensively on my Livejournal blog, if anyone cares to read it: http://jerrysnook.livejournal.com/16067.html
song_of_copper
Jan. 5th, 2011 04:59 pm (UTC)
Re: The Original Bat Chain Puller Leaves God's Golfball (RIP Captain Beefheart 1941-2010)
Thank you for your comment! And for your post, I just left a comment there. :-)

It's odd, but although many people are sad about this, the main effect seems to have been a great deal of joy and gratitude that such a person existed and let us sneak a peek or two at his most unusual mind. There can't be too many people who've had such a profound effect on so many individuals - and a range of effects at that! From "What the hell is this??!" to "Now I want to make music!" :-D
pans_writing
Jan. 4th, 2011 06:19 pm (UTC)
Just a quick one... I received your card, thanks very much :D I did in did have a merry Penguinmass; hopefully D and yourself did too!
song_of_copper
Jan. 5th, 2011 05:02 pm (UTC)
...And we got your card, thanks so much!! :-D Loved the steampunk Rudolph, well drawn sir!

We had a good Penguintide, thank you! I ought to update really and share a picture of the enormous mutant demon poultry creature that I roasted for our festive lunch. ^_^
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