Friday, August 07, 2015

Vibration Socieighty

Clickety clack . . . clickety clack
Bring that man's baby back.
Clickety clack . . . clickety clack
I want my spirit back.

Clickety clack
Bubble music being seen and heard on Saturday night
Blinding the eyes of ones that's supposed to see.
Bubble music, being played and showed, throughout America.

Clickety clack . . . clickety clack
Somebody's mind has got off the goddamn track.
Clickety clack . . . clickety clack
Won't somebody bring the Spirit back?

You didn't know about John Coltrane.
And the beautiful ballad he wrote—wait a minute—
And the beautiful ballad he wrote called "After the Rain".
You didn't know about Lady Day and all the dues that she had to pay.

The Beatles come into the country, they take all the bread,
while the police hittin' black and white folks upside their head.
Tom Jones and Humperdinck got everybody uptight.
They make people that can sing wanna get out and fight.

Clickety clack . . . clickety clack
What is this madness that Nixon has put upon us?
Clickety clack . . . clickety clack
Won't somebody bring the Spirit back?

Who will it be?
Who will it be?
It certainly won't be someone that says that they're free.
Clickety clack . . . clickety clack
Won't somebody bring the Spirit back?
Clickety clack . . . 
clickety clack . . . 
Rahsaan Roland Kirk
"The One Man Twins"
Montreux Jazz Festival
Montreux, Switzerland

01 Improvisation
02 Balm In Gilead
03 Seasons
04 Misty
05 I Want to Talk About You
06 Blue Rol
07 Volunteered Slavery
08 Serenade to a Cuckoo
09 Never Can Say Goodbye

Total time: 50:12

Rahsaan Roland Kirk - tenor saxophone, manzello, stritch, clarinet, flute, percussion, vocals
Ron Burton - piano
Henry Pearson - bass
Robert Shy - drums
Joe Habao Texidor - percussion

NTSC DVD of an out-of-print 1996 Rhino Records laserdisc
2.18 GB total/August 2015 archive link
 Y'know, Music is a beautiful thing.
When I'm reincarnated, I'm gonna come back as a musical note!
That way can't nobody capture me.
They can use the hell out of me
but ain't nothin' too much they can do to me.
They can mess me up. They can play the wrong note.
They can play a C, but they can't really destroy a C.
All it is, is a tone.
So I'm gonna come back as a note!
bright moments
8.7.1935 - 12.5.1977

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