Wednesday, March 9, 2022

Dreamweavers Dept.

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. 





30 comments:

  1. 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?

    Three 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

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  2. Visual, tactile
    Of the new psychedelic
    Could not stop laughing

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Ooh yes, very good
      You've done this before, I think?
      Wait for the others

      Delete
  3. New dinosaur days
    Killers everywhere can now
    Dial long distance

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. FiveGunsWest returns
      Surveys the intersection
      From the grain silo

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  4. You just blew my mind,
    My brain has ezpanded.
    Dead skunk in the road.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Joey DeVivre
      His brain has ezpanded but
      He still cannot count

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    2. I guess that the joke
      Just went over you’re head, huh?
      Br / ain expanded.

      Delete
    3. Jokes in comments are
      The sound of one guy laughing
      At his own typing

      Delete
  5. Ridiculous task
    At hand, it's par of the course
    For the Isle of Foam

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    Replies
    1. The Island of Foam
      Titillating endorphins
      Since 2019

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  6. Slowly but surely
    My haiku for Foam Island
    Slows down to a halt

    ReplyDelete
  7. Haikus appearing
    Rising like dreams while I sleep
    The temple dogs bark

    ReplyDelete
  8. I don't like this game
    I'm dyslexic with numbers
    Will not play today

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Thanks for telling us!
      You are in no way required
      To participate.

      Delete
  9. I have saucisson
    With whole hazelnuts inside it
    Just so delicious!

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. The squirrels sure are
      Big in your neck of the woods!
      Bon appetit, eh?

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  10. I'd like to hear Bob Ray and Marc Brierley, so a Haiku for the link:

    Beautiful, tribal
    Understanding of the link
    He brings us music

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  11. To convey one's mood
    in seventeen syllables
    is very diffic

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. In the Sunset Home
      For elderly gentlefolk
      Clar is The Wild One

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  12. Randy baboon lies
    supine, under the moonlight
    ejaculating

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    Replies
    1. FGW has a private zoo featuring ejaculating baboons and endlessly fucking emus. Book now for school vacation!

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  13. A Stealth Link© in a
    Syllable is a new spin
    On an old spitball



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  14. 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:

    The man's a bampot
    Fingers tremble Bowels lurch
    Vlad pressing buttons

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  15. Initiation
    to thai stick, that what cover shows
    call pizza for the munchies

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  16. Thank you for this link
    I'm a sucker for this kind
    Of mystic navel gazing

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  17. I don't know Bob Ray
    But I do love Bob and Ray
    The comedians

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