When what’s old is new…

A thought had on account of a rather improbable breakfast had with my father at the College of Arts and Crafts on Burnside in the West Hills, some years ago: the Captain Beefheart song “Zig Zag Wanderer”, from their non-zany first album (for which they possibly had high hopes) Safe as Milk, is a ‘gentle’ introduction to the traditional practice of SP militancy in Manhattan Town. You are neither gingerly prodding a thoughtfully-provided “greasy pole”, nor ‘taking the elevator to the tippy-top’ x200 inna rigorise fashion; you and some Italian are climbing a jungle-gym, taking corners “sidewise” and forgetting to record ‘breakbeats’ in the process, and at the end of wasted time (years?) a cumulation of the amazing: why, would, there, be anything, like this, for me, even me, especially me — in the truly “greatest” city in the world?

Ans: you have conducted a “proving test” of sorts, that in a place where everyone is more or less expressly instructed to do whatever they want ‘Brother Lambert’ does something more than *abide*, “and he did, too”. Gentilhommes who have to carry work across state for bikini-babes may have “mileage” vary, esp. if they remember the rule “What happens in New York, stays in New York; rather openly having occurred at a point, over and above you.” Will your luck be superior to that of Dave van Vliet himself? Perhaps not. However, certain eternales subsist in the city of hatred for “Frenchy”, and…

SCRIPTUM: If you have to stay ‘grounded’, many ways to get what you want…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HKo2_OwlCMo
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iAjCxadppcQ