Why we looked to musicians for spiritual guidance back in the late sixties is not so much of a mystery. Drugs, of course. Aldous Huxley's door was smashed to splinters by anyone who scored a tab. Pop and rock musicians, who tend to have inflated egos already, bragged about how their egos had been destroyed - they'd become prophets, seers and sages, and Tin Pan Alley was now Xanadu. Rock lyrics were full of references to the shining progress of the seeker after cosmic truth. Concerns of the heart were seen as childish - the mind is what mattered.
The idea of pop singer as mystic adept with a message from beyond might be ridiculous, and much of the message was cliché at best, meaningless at worst, but there is something there that's worth recognising through the trappings; the recognition of wonder in the mundane. Something beautiful, beyond words. Which is where the trouble lies when you start to write about it, or worse - sing.
Here's a couple of dreamweavers, in all their naiveté [naivety - Ed.]. Bob Ray was half of Thorinshield, whose album is not as successful as this. Marc Brierley gave up music in '73, emerging for a lone gig in 2017.
Music to be listened to by candlelight.
Should you be desirous of a quiet evening at your fireside, watching the little tin angels circle the candle and listening to these swell recordings, why not write a haiku for the comments?
ReplyDeleteThree lines, 17 syllables arranged 5-7-5. Them's the rules.
I'll get this ball of mystic wax rolling with my own:
Five in the first line
Five in the second
My haiku is fucked
Visual, tactile
ReplyDeleteOf the new psychedelic
Could not stop laughing
Ooh yes, very good
DeleteYou've done this before, I think?
Wait for the others
New dinosaur days
ReplyDeleteKillers everywhere can now
Dial long distance
FiveGunsWest returns
DeleteSurveys the intersection
From the grain silo
You just blew my mind,
ReplyDeleteMy brain has ezpanded.
Dead skunk in the road.
Joey DeVivre
DeleteHis brain has ezpanded but
He still cannot count
I guess that the joke
DeleteJust went over you’re head, huh?
Br / ain expanded.
Jokes in comments are
DeleteThe sound of one guy laughing
At his own typing
sorry...x
ReplyDeleteWhy?
DeleteZzzzzz...
DeleteRidiculous task
ReplyDeleteAt hand, it's par of the course
For the Isle of Foam
The Island of Foam
DeleteTitillating endorphins
Since 2019
Slowly but surely
ReplyDeleteMy haiku for Foam Island
Slows down to a halt
Haikus appearing
ReplyDeleteRising like dreams while I sleep
The temple dogs bark
I don't like this game
ReplyDeleteI'm dyslexic with numbers
Will not play today
Thanks for telling us!
DeleteYou are in no way required
To participate.
I have saucisson
ReplyDeleteWith whole hazelnuts inside it
Just so delicious!
The squirrels sure are
DeleteBig in your neck of the woods!
Bon appetit, eh?
I'd like to hear Bob Ray and Marc Brierley, so a Haiku for the link:
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, tribal
Understanding of the link
He brings us music
To convey one's mood
ReplyDeletein seventeen syllables
is very diffic
In the Sunset Home
DeleteFor elderly gentlefolk
Clar is The Wild One
Randy baboon lies
ReplyDeletesupine, under the moonlight
ejaculating
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DeleteA Stealth Link© in a
ReplyDeleteSyllable is a new spin
On an old spitball
I would love to be lying supine in a tropical paradise but events of a certain kind are starting to feel a wee bit close for comfort. That's not my haiku - this is:
ReplyDeleteThe man's a bampot
Fingers tremble Bowels lurch
Vlad pressing buttons
Initiation
ReplyDeleteto thai stick, that what cover shows
call pizza for the munchies
Thank you for this link
ReplyDeleteI'm a sucker for this kind
Of mystic navel gazing
I don't know Bob Ray
ReplyDeleteBut I do love Bob and Ray
The comedians