Published: Just in time for the New Year

A new flash story of mine, "Fear" just went up at the website "Litsnack" (if you follow the latter link to the Litsnack home page, you can reach the story through the "Fiction" link). It will be the top story there for about a week, then move down as new stories are published.

"New" is a bit of a misnomer, since it took 4 years for me to find a home for it. Actually a "classic" case where a change of point of view (from first to third person) seemed to have finally done the trick. It's only 455 words, so there's no excuse, y'all better read it! And if you like it, please leave a comment there so the editor will see for sure he didn't make a mistake.

More Snow

Holed up in Gloucester, MA, after the blizzard; still snowing actually. This was my first attempt ever to blog directly from my primitive three year old mobile phone, which took this photo of Good Harbor Beach from my room at the Vista Motel. Because I didn't bring my real camera. Well, okay, done....

R.I.P. Captain Beefheart

Saddened by the news that Don van Vliet, AKA Captain Beefheart, passed away on Friday, of complications from multiple sclerosis. He was 69.

He was a true original. I was fortunate to have discovered him relatively early, acquiring "Trout Mask Replica" not long after it came out in 1969; to see him twice in live performances with incarnations of The Magic Band, and to see him one final time with Frank Zappa and the Mothers of Invention on their joint 1975 "Bongo Fury" tour. I still listen regularly to "Trout Mask Replica", "The Spotlight Kid" (1971) "Clear Spot" (1972), and the joint Zappa/Beefheart/Mothers "Bongo Fury" (1975). It's not for me to recount his whole biography here (Wikipedia does a pretty decent job, with appraisals of all his albums and numerous references); real fans know what he's been up to since his retirement, and I've been blessed with friends who are also fans and know enough send me stories and links when they come across them. A number of us can still recite from memory long stretches of the strange, compelling poetry in those albums.

My master's thesis (Northeastern University, Chemistry, 1976) contains the following epigraph taken from the back of The Spotlight Kid:

The stars are matter

We're matter

But it doesn't matter

- Don Van Vliet

It was reported to me a couple of months after my defense that this quotation had the professors in the Chemistry Department exchanging puzzled looks ("Who is Don van Vliet?" "Captain Beefheart." "Who? Who the hell is that?"), which I took at the time as a clear indication of its absolute rightness. Aside from stretching the possibilities of rock and blues, Beefheart spoke my language--before I really knew what that language was. But that's about me, and I'd rather leave you with these lyrics from "Steal Softly Thru Snow" (Trout Mask Replica"):

The black paper between a mirror breaks my heart

The moon frayed through dark velvet lightly apart

Steal softly through sunshine, steal softly through snow

The wild goose flies from winter, breaks my heart that I can't go

Energy flies thru a field 'n the sun softly melts a nothing wheel

Steal softly through sunshine, steal softly through snow

The black paper between a mirror breaks my heart that I can't go

The swan their feathers don't grow - they're spun

They live two hundred years of love - they're one

Breaks my heart to see them cross the sun

Grain grows rainbows up straw hill

Breaks my heart to see the highway cross the hill

Man lived a million years 'n still he kills

The black paper between a mirror breaks my heart that I can't go

Steal softly through sunshine, steal softly through snow

- Don van Vliet