Showing posts with label Desperate Straights. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Desperate Straights. Show all posts
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
ALCOHOL (MY MISSION WAS PEACE)
a′lcohol. An Arabick term used by chymists for a high rectified dephlegmated spirit of wine, or for any thing reduced into an impalpable powder. Quincy.
Alcohol: Peter Blegvad and Anthony Moore (Link)
Definition of Alcohol: Samuel Johnson, The Dictionary (1755)
Thursday, August 15, 2013
STRANGER IN BLUE SUEDE SHOES
I took this picture
of Kevin
Ayers
and his young daughter Galen walking down a Palma, Mallorca avenue in August or early September 1980. I expect we were on our way to the wondrous fish market there and afterward probably to an
equally wondrous Mallorquin lunch.
As you can see, it
was a beautiful
summer day
and Kevin looks relaxed, happy and utterly in his element both as a Mallorca "local" and as a parent. Galen's
expression, half excited and anticipating and half fearful, reminds me of all the children I've known
since
becoming the father of a daughter myself.
I love the Peter Blegvad song that follows these words. I don't know anyone who's heard it
who doesn't. Kevin once told me that Desperate Straights, Slapp Happy's album (Peter was a
member), was the best record anybody had ever made. That surprised me (and still
surprises
me), but I like definitive answers and Kevin was always judicious and decisive in artistic matters.
Happy birthday
(tomorrow), Kevin.
Peter Blegvad: Daughter (Link)
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