Captain Beefheart passed away a few days ago. Since then I haven’t been able to stop listening to “My Head is my only House unless it Rains”. It’s the weirdest love song I have ever heard, but it catches me.
To quote Bob Lefsetz in a letter he sent to his followers about Captain Beefheart’s death:
“I read the news today, oh boy. And I was emotionally affected and needed to reach out to you. They’re rewriting rock and roll history and getting it all wrong. They want you to think that Patti Smith was more important than Alice Cooper, that Top Forty radio ruled in the late sixties and early seventies, that everybody was always in it for the money. But that’s wrong. We know the truth. It’s incumbent upon us to keep the flame alive. Beefheart was part of the firmament. He may not have been dead center, but he had a place. And we took notice. And his death leaves an emptiness. There’s a hole in the sky tonight, a black one, where Don Van Vliet used to live and create.”