Dock of the Cosmic Bay
Did Sun Ra think in holographic time/
past and future turning on one wheel/ Saturn ringing like a cymbal beneath Marshall Allen’s horn and its cosmic cry/
The Arkestra boarded freight trains of sound/ smoking rails through midnight skies/
robes bright with Egyptian constellations/ saxophones splitting the dark into day gigs of wonderment/
Then Otis rose from the Georgia gospel/
His voice is rough as rope/ warm as bread/
singing from the Dock of the Bay where silence waits/ and every wave remembers the dead/
One built a vessel out of thunder and space time/
One made heartbreak a soulful testimony/
Both knew Earth was only a classroom/
Space is the place/ Soul time music was the reason why/
When time has officially ended/the stars lean close to hear what/
Sun Ra's Arkestra drifting across the water, a cosmic chord dissolving fear/
Space is the place/
Otis Redding's Soul music is the way/
And love/ the oldest spacecraft/
carries us beyond today.
Pulgar De Capo< who wrote the lyrics
I heard he was scared to use his active card
due to it's name.:per diem, or diurnal. He
bought a new guitar and meet up with his
tour manager to discuss changing the way
his tour would be funded. He saw his success
in music as being more modern. "Man I aint riding
no horse from town to town. " We can get a tour bus
have an onboard Cusine Specalist, excercise goon : and a vocal coach.
The drummer, the gutairist and the pianist and keyboard
operate can share the ride with me
save the money and just deal with
tryna be freinds in the end!"
They toured the nation and did some gigs in Mexico and Canada. They bought a manion on Baja Pennensula: there they meet up with
Opera Gig masters.
"That Disco type stuff is new. We founded New-Wave Groove" a new way of jamming and creating
soothing groove minded music!" we love the New Type "Cool Grooves" that wicked Funky Cool Stuff"
Pulgar Mannticc
guitar palyer
for
Manntic Live
He talked and talked,
gig talker,
on and on.
Didn’t hear about Julie’s love for Gordon and Jilted John.
Conversed selfishly throughout the Buzzcocks explaining Why it had gone wrong.
Missed Shelley’s quips,
Missed all the song.
Held a debate through The Bunnymen’s Ocean rain.
A heated discussion missing how The Cure were Jumping on someone else’s train.
An absolute pain.
Didn’t take the hint from a backward glance as Kraftwerk rode mountain passes on the tour de France and the Ramones asked if we wanted to dance.
Chattered incessantly whilst the Stranglers hung around and ruined tomorrow’s parties enraging Nico and Velvet underground.
Too loud.
Prattled away as Joy Division played,
killing the Atmosphere.
Morrissey pleaded Please please please but he still didn’t hear.
Bad gig combination Charlie and beer.
To cap it off on his way home,gabbling into his mobile phone, the irony wasn’t lost on us. He never heard it coming, the night bus.
Hit him square,his brand new Primark Nirvana t shirt matted with blood and hair.
(Sing)
“Keep you mind on your driving
Keep you hands on the wheel
Keep your snoopy eyes on the road ahead.“
Should’ve f***ing listened.
Bend the horn to find the note/
In the depths of the universe, you find harmony and rhythm, spinning planets in jazz sync, a cosmic dance with Sun Ra/
maybe he can set us free/
the jazz riff rises and resonates deeply/
It’s sound ready to take hold/
In the gut, where the soul finds its voice/
jazz might take you to a heavenly place/
man, what’s jazz anyway?
will you dig It till you die?
chill and cool out, let the music take you higher, like Sly and the Family Stone would say/
Blow, man, blow, let your passion show, set your spirit on fire, and don’t let go/
The trip through gigs, under neon lights, jazz club shows, ignite the nights, man, that’s show biz/
street corner magic, in self-discovery, playing our truths, setting our spirits free, House parties buzzing, the basement alive, flatbed jammin’, where creativity thrives/
anywhere, we find our place to be, In the freedom of jazz like It outta be/
For in every note, every beat, every radio play/
we discover ourselves in the jazz of the day.
Seijaku – 8-1-24
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Seijaku
Serenity abides with tranquility
Abiding in beauty
And deep respirations of satisfaction
Ready
Alert
Overlooking tangled mazes of overlapping obligations
Labyrinths of lists -
And atonal demands.
As the sun streaks past engorged calendars
In whirly-gigs of heavy-handed chaos
The shade of tranquility
Stretches out
Looming across the face of serendipity
With the breath of the rose
The whisper of sapphire jewels
Born from oceanic bowers.
In the shadows waits
The gift of each rubric solved
Pushing aside the tyranny of over committed -
In dawns, and Aurora’s ballet in neon slippers,
The spirit dialates,
As moonlight drips from feathery boughs,
Healed from epidemics of minutes
Swallowed by a never resting pendulum.
The poet arises, even blooms,
Ignoring the cataracts of frail dreams
When hurried footsteps and clouded hearts
Still race infected by chaotic delirium
Tripping over beauty’s outstretched boughs
To see – to notice -
To embrace
Lavender, gently waiting, with amazement.
Rock star hedgehog rocked the world of New York with his guitar.
He had gigs lined up from sixth Madison to the Village, place named Garr.
When he began to rock out, the crowd went nuts and screamed along.
There was so much intense screaming, I never understood the song.
For those of you who aren't
Musically au fait
Let me describe to you
How to set up gigs to play
Despite your best efforts
And the preparation done
Inevitably some snag
Will bite you on the bum
You lug in all the gear
It weighs a helluva lot
Only to discover the stage
Is the size of a table top
Only a single power point
Is available for you to use
Leads are strung up everywhere
To trip on as you choose
Tension is running high
As a preliminary strum
Causes feedback squeals
But the worst is yet to come...
The mics are on the blink
The lightings really dim
Someone breaks a string
It's pandemonium!
she adores him
that's why I'm here
her equity firm executive parents
don't
the retired judge marrying them
dear friend of our family
leaves out "if anyone objects"
just to see how she looks at him
...worth the 1500 mile drive
...worth pausing my journey
...worth wearing a suite
priceless really to see
my punk rock nephew
(Red Tank--look 'em up)
and the HR director of
one of those Manhattan banks
putting a ring on it
sigh..
on Monday
they'll be back in Brooklyn
2500 miles from others' expectations
going to his gigs and being happy
makes me believe in love
to see that look
wow
you never know
it could happen again
and if it does
I'll know the look
I'm looking for
but really just happy
to be happy for them
those two
beaming through tears in each other's eyes
should be on everyone's wedding cake
yeah.. that look
that's why I'm here
Red blood courses through my veins
I've written my will, I pay my bills
The currents of the day reach me too
I am a poet, not a hermit
At the sight of blood, I do not swoon
Nor do I ever sleep in 'til noon'
I'm a hardworking, fun-loving bloke
who appreciates a cold beer and a good joke
Married with kids, I encourage them in
math and science, for that is the future
Better that they can program computers
than study Latin and Greek with a private tutor
I am a poet, not a recluse
I have morals and values, I'm not 'loose'
I want my kids to pilot jets, not sit in a caboose
to be proud descendants of Theodore Gisell*
~ not Dr. Suess
________________________________________
'Dr. Suess' was Theodore Gisell's pen name. A
graduate of Dartmouth College in the 1920's, Gi-
sell was a man of action and adventure. Among
other gigs, he reported on WW2 as an embedded
reporter in the trenches with the troops. ~ gw
Azzurro
The boots were blue in colour
Painted to look like the sky
And worn by a gal with other things
She was aged 18 to 45
And looked timless ageless
It was the blue painted ex army boots
That she used wore to gigs
Pubs and clubs when she was free
Not working as a programmer
In the Italian civilian aviation industry
The job was boring but paid well
She'd done it for 8 years
Was a legend at the plane factory
The lady who wore her blue boots
Even in the office a different pair
She got results delivered the goods
Had worked on 36 different projects
They simply knew her as Azzurro
The blue booted gal
On the occassion of the Cheese & Grain, Frome, announcing a surprise gig by Paul McCartney, via social media
Yesterday,
I could have bought a ticket,
What d'ya say
If Id seen the advert yesterday
Oh I believe in the Cheese and Grain
Suddenly
Facebook's half as good as I need it to be
All these posts arrive too late for me
Oh facebook ads, don't come suddenly
Why do ads not come
For me to see, on my display
I checked again,
But they werent there, oh huge dismay
Yesterday,
facebook was a great place to come and play
Now I need a place that does portray
These gigs in Frome, without delay
Why do ads not come
For me to see, on my display
I checked again,
But there werent there, oh huge dismay
Yesterday,
Facebook was a great place to come and play
Now I need a place that does portray
These gigs in Frome, without delay
booo hoo hoo, Paul has now gone away....
(c) the didds 2022 (but its really Paul McCartney 1965!)
*VIDEO of Justin Bieber's Talk of his Affliction on YouTube
Justin Bieber's Ramsay Hunt Syndrome
Just in
Justin
Bieber
Tweeter
Likewise
Apprise
TikTok
He talked
About
Timeout
Renege
His gigs
Because
He was
Concerned
He learned
Shingles
Hostiles
Illness
Stillness
Partial
Facial
Benumb
Therefrom
Hoping
Coping
Explore
Restore
Maintain
Unstrain
Renew
Sinew
Routine
Hygiene
Lengthen
Strengthen
Steadfast
Stand fast
Brainstorm
Inform
The signs
Headlines
Contribs
JBiebs
~~0~~
Justin Bieber announced that he is taking a break from performing after being diagnosed with Ramsay Hunt syndrome (RHS), a rare shingles-related condition that has paralyzed one side of his face.
2022 June 14
It’s true, at first it gave me pause
To busk among these stable stalls.
But since there’s cause to deck the halls,
Why not be jolly, too?
Been from here to Timbuktu
And played some funky gigs. but this?
Between the manger and the wise guys… good Lord!
Faith may be noble, but ignorance is bliss.
Pa-rum-pum-pum-pum,
Rum-pum-pum-pum,
Rum-pum-pum-pum…
WOODWIND DUET
The oboe and the clarinet went out one night for a curry.
The clarinet was short of cash but the oboe said, “Don’t worry,
I’ve had a couple of gigs this week, so I can afford to pay.”
The clarinet, “Thank you dear, I’ll pay another day.
They had a harmonious evening, the best one they’d had yet.
And later, when the bill came, the oboed for what clarinet.
14th June 2021
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Davy's band plays weekend gigs
at Carrie's club;
Saturday nights the place
is packed; from
Grease to glitter
in one hour;
turning pro
Even though it's not up-town yet.
The crowd is slow and easy here;
Hard stuff never sells as well as beer.
Davy draws the over-forties crowd
with disco in three-quarter
time; and slow dances,
and middle-aged clinging
Couples, wanting "Release Me" before
midnight; and when the last
set is over,
The band tears down in debt,
exits through the rear.
Mondays, brass and skins are stacked
in the maple crate
on a beatup, borrowed truck
And Davy pumps gas at Larry's
to make some bucks.
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