The stars are matter,
We’re matter,
But it doesn’t matter.
(Don Van Vliet)
Much saddened by the news of the death yesterday of Don Van Vliet, Captain Beefheart. He was one of our greatest heroes at Hawker’s Pot. At times I thought he had heard the secret sound of the Universe and gave it back to us in words like twisted Bacofoil and music like bits of broken glass, glinting in the late afternoon sun. Good night, dear Captain, and thank you.
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