Daye 93 / An Alternative January 7th, Beefheart vs Meatball Fulton

what if yesterday
was a day spent lying in bed
forgetting and remembering
not as previously described
who would know
except me
who would care
other than me
what if
with a pen and paper
i called into being
a whole world
spent much of the morning
locked indoors
or in my big bed
writing & watching
the monkees tv series
and the beatles cartoon series
it was gently snowing outside
and whenever i had to get up
to change a dvd or a video
or grab a coffee
or a bite to eat
i felt that bitter cold
when the t.f.t.+ arrived
minus p.a.u.l.
who was lost in the snow somewhere
and molloy
who was in a sulk
or lost in his thoughts
somewhere else
i turned off the heating
opened all of the windows
and the curtains etc
had to let a little bit of the outside world in
to keep the t.f.t. on track
and in a state of w.t.f flux
p.a. u.l. informed us via telephone
that the cold was
blowing in from the urals
(some sort of in-joke)
and that only his voice would be present
at todays session
before we started recording etc
i read aloud sam beckett
('...did he not seem rather
to have issued from the ramparts
after a good dinner
to take his dog and himself for a walk
like so many citizens
dreaming and farting
when the weather is fine?..')
an attempt to empty the songs
of any plot
or descriptions
or scenes
or characters
then p.a.u.l. (his mind cracked like custard)
read a page or two from
a beefheart biography
via the telephone on loudspeaker
donnie van vliet
locking the magicband in their shared house
for months on end
feeds 'em once daily on naught but soya beans
until they learn how to play his songs
the way he wants 'em played...
~ B.M.E.

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meatball fulton:
do you ever think of leaving the country?

don van vliet:
do you mean the earth? You mean the country, the united states? I don’t think they even know i’m here now.

meatball fulton:
(laughs)

don van vliet:
better not laugh too much if we want to get this on the radio. they’re likely to get us for breathing with all our holes open!

meatball fulton:
(burts out laughing)

don van vliet:
you know they’re about to poke their genitals in our cream cheese moon right now. what do you think about that? that’s my eye.

meatball fulton:
what do you mean ‘your eye’?

don van vliet:
the moon. it’s part of me.

meatball fulton:
mmmm...i don’t understand.

don van vliet:
why don’t they poke it in the sun, man? are they afraid to do that? they might get burnt up, right? they’re not very daring are they?

meatball fulton:
what do you think about that?

don van vliet:
err, if they’d cut the nose off the rocket, you know, i think it would be a little more natural, do you know what i mean? if they could get up there without having the hole in the front closed up, i think they would enjoy it more or i’d like them more. you know what i mean?

meatball fulton:
yeah...no, i don’t.