wait for me wrote:
> Oh Robert
>
> It's entertaining reading your outbursts here. This forum would hardly
> exist without them.
>
> What is this money you talk about now? How much money are they only in
> it for?
>
> A festival appearance, a breakfast TV slot and a spot in a small jazz
> club - what's that worth?
>
> Worth jetting from the USA to Sweden and back?
>
> Would you?
>
> I'm looking forward to hearing your new Beefheart super-group.
> .
>
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Feldman, Tepper, Snyder, and I would be a really great reunion.
Imagine having the isolated tracks of Beeheart's vocals over the PA
(REALLY LOUD) while The Mascara S**** did a hand puppet shadow
silhouette on a giant back screen mouthing the lyrics in sync with Don's
singing and the 1980 Magic band.
At center stage, a spotlight hits a mike stand with a fire engine red
scarf draped over it, a soprano sax on a stand waiting for what seems
like forever to be played. Next to it a small table with harmonicas and
a bottle of Perrier.
A miniature Fedora would be super glued to one of Victor's hands as he
mouthed the words with his two hands held together to resemble Don Van
Vliet.
The tiny mustache would wiggle and bristle in with frustration over a
heckler and spraying sweat from the very words worth of exasperated
breath.
The silhouette would have groovy light shows and the shadow puppet would
***** at the light man between songs about the red and blue lights
either reminding him of the police or those yellow urine lights.
The cue cards would be placed upside down purposely on the floor between
the monitors to resemble real life.
The sound man would always have to make the mike feedback and pre
planned moments of the show sending the Beefheart hand puppet into yet
another hysterical tirade.
The encore would be Eric, Moris, Rick. and I reciting Apesma in unison.
So many classy possibilities.
Don deserves much more than these people that currently ride on his bones.
He deserves much much more!
That's one reason I'm not with them (The John French Show) anymore.
Because they knew that I know where they were playing their parts wrong,
and knowing that I know that made them uncomfortable, made them think
that that would make them have to work harder and that made it easy for
them to let me go. Habla Englesiass?
"PERFECTION IS THE ENEMY OF GOOD ENOUGH" Robert Williams 2006
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