18 dec
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By Sean MaguireToday I found out that an artist extradonaire and musical genius of the 60s, Captain Beefheart died recently, so I'd thought I'd share an experience of his art.
When I was 16 I went into a record shop in Sydney that could easily have been the set of High Fidelity (and it already had some untrained actors ready as the clerks for the film). Walking around the aisles was a bit intimidating, I got the feeling that the guys working there -who were all middle-aged, drinking beers and talking about music- were judging what I knew about music.
Looking for nothing in particular I picked up Trout Mask Replica, which had the brilliant cover of a man in a suit with a fish suit holding his hand up. Captain Beefheart I read, not knowing the name but I was definitely intrigued by him.
One of the clerk guys saw what I was looking at and said something I always think about when listening to his music.
"Trout Mask Replica? Still scares the shit out of me"
It was incredible to wintess a seen-all-that music fan profess a fear of an artist, so pretty quickly I was at home listening to the album. The clerk wasn't far wrong- there were sounds there I'd never heard and the song Dachau Blues continues to freak me out with the raspy and child molester voice that sings "Dachau blues, Dachau Blues" in increasing intensity and volume.
This guy really was a true original and should be sorely missed.
Note: the title I just realised is a bit deceptive, I didn't mean it in the, sucked in Captain Beefheart you're dead, more the: you always seemed out of this world and I suppose now you are where you always should have been.
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