May 14, 2004

  • Instead of Mozart, today I'm listening to Captain Beefheart and his Magic Band. Mozart directs you towards sublime beauty like an usher in a theater. Beefheart dares you to find the beauty in being burned with a lit cigarette.

    Ok, maybe not quite that harsh, but that vivid image popped into my head, so I'll run with it. Maybe it's better to say Beefheart is a lot like making love to a vampire with a monkey on your knee. (That's the title of a Beefheart tune.)

    Here, try this: 'Frownland'