Monday, February 28, 2011

Roky Erickson in german television show called Rockpalast.

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The love letters that expose the romantic side of a young Syd Barrett

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The love letters that expose the romantic side of a young Syd Barrett

A new exhibition shows the softer qualities of the Pink Floyd wildboy

Sunday, 27 February 2011


Syd Barrett in 1970 after leaving Pink Floyd. His love letters to Libby Chisden, plus paintings he gave her will go on show in London next month

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Syd Barrett in 1970 after leaving Pink Floyd. His love letters to Libby Chisden, plus paintings he gave her will go on show in London next month



young man who was nothing like the erratic

The missives, seen exclusively by The Independent on Sunday, are to go on display at a new exhibition about his life in London next month. Written between the ages of 15 and 18 to Libby Chisden, his girlfriend at the time, they show a tender side to the star, who died five years ago, aged 60, from pancreatic cancer.

Speaking from her home in West Sussex this weekend, Ms Chisden, 65, recalled the time she first met Barrett, whose real name was Roger, when they were both 15.

"We met outside a swimming pool in Cambridge. I was with Dave Gilmour [also of Pink Floyd] and some friends. I was in the Girl Guides at the time and he became my first boyfriend. He was very handsome.

"If I close my eyes and imagine Syd Barrett before all his trials and tribulations, I see him doubled up laughing because he found everything funny," she said.

The image is at odds with the public's perception of him. Despite forming Pink Floyd, he recorded only two albums with the group in the late 1960s. The band later ousted him because of his increasingly unpredictable, madcap behaviour.

Pink Floyd would later become one of the most famous bands on the planet, selling more than 200 million albums worldwide. Their seminal 1973 album, The Dark Side of the Moon, remained in the US Billboard Charts for an unprecedented 741 weeks. Such success was not shared with Barrett because mental illness had forced him into obscurity.

But the love letters to Ms Chisden show a funny side, a glimpse into Barrett's life before illness took hold. One of them, written on a school trip, begins: "This morning I engraved your name in my leg, as I went crazy for you – a mad craving lust which did me no good as I tripped over a guy and fell flat on my face."

Another reads: "Before I met you, darling, I didn't realise just how nice a girl can be, but now every other girl can go to hell because you're the cutest, most gorgeous, most attractive girl ever made."

Ms Chisden said she kept the letters in a black bin liner before she was told they were highly valuable. The collection of more than 60 letters is said to worth somewhere in the region of £100,000.

"Strangely enough, I haven't read a lot of the letters, because unless he was writing 'I love you' I wasn't interested. I used to skip over them – 'Oh what's he writing about a boat for?', I would think to myself."

Ms Chisden described the dramatic effect the powerful psychedelic drugs of the late-1960s rock scene had on Barrett. "There was a thing between us – I think because we both laughed and found everything very funny and loved the same sort of films. But then the drugs started. He loved them. He did enjoy it. It wasn't like he went into a depression and started taking drugs. He adored a joint and LSD. He did have a nice time with them."

After a series of modestly successful solo post-Pink Floyd albums in the early 1970s, Barrett spent the remainder of his life living in obscurity with his mother in Cambridge.

He is said to have suffered from mental health problems – although exactly what was wrong is still unknown. Many believe it was schizophrenia, others say a bipolar disorder. He spent his days gardening and painting. But his legacy and myth endured. Fans and journalists from all over the world would often try to sneak into his back garden to steal memorabilia.

"By the time I had got married to someone else in 1970, he was already very strange," Ms Chisden said.

"He was very druggy. He was... different. By the time I met him in the early 1980s, he knew who I was still. I do believe it was the drugs that affected his mental health. If you'd known him beforehand, he was just a lovely guy who was full of life."

'Syd Barrett: Art and Letters' runs from 18 March-10 April at Idea Generation Gallery, Bethnal Green, London

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Sunday, February 27, 2011

Peeling Back John Peel's Dallas Daze

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John Peel in 1972, five years after he returned from his stint in the States

For years, I tried to contact legendary BBC Radio 1 disc jockey John Peel about his days in Dallas -- back when he was known as John Ravenscroft (his birth name), "Beatles correspondent" for KLIF. Never had any luck; he was a busy man and was almost as famous, if not more so, than most of the artists he featured on his radio show, among the most influential in the history of rock and roll. We came close to connecting in 2003, when the paper version of Unfair Park was still in the old KLIF building on Commerce Street downtown, but never did. He died a year later, in October 2004, while on vacation in Peru with his wife Sheila. Peel was 65.

He left such an indelible mark on rock and roll that there remain dozens of Web sites (this is a great one) dedicated to his radio show -- entire broadcasts of which you can download from a site called Kat's Karavan, so named for the legendary R&B show that aired on WRR-AM from 1953 to '67. The BBC maintains a site where can check the complete guest list over the decades and hear snippets of performances done for Peel's show -- the immortal Peel Sessions, featuring the likes of Led Zeppelin, the Flaming Lips, Soft Machine, Cat Power and hundreds of others. Here's his This is Your Life -- that's how big he was.

When he died, Peel was in the middle of writing his autobiography, which was eventually finished by wife Sheila Ravenscroft with help from some of his old friends and colleagues. Titled Margrave of the Marshes, it will be published June 1 by Chicago Review Press, though it's already available through Amazon. And in it, Peel details his life in Dallas -- down to the streets upon which he lives and the girls upon whom he climbed. A history of Peel's stay in Dallas, accompanied by some choice excerpts, is after the jump, as well as one of my favorite Peel Session performances.

First, how did Peel wind up in Dallas? After all, he was born near Liverpool in August 1939. His father was actually a cotton merchant with friends who worked here, at the Cotton Exchange. After John completed his military service in 1959, his old man asked him what he was going to do with the rest of his life. When John said, in short, Nothing much, his father shipped him off to Texas to learn the family business. He first wound up in Houston, stayed only a night or so, then came to Dallas to work at the Cotton Exchange, which was not to be his lot in life.

From Margrave of the Marshes: A Self-Portrait of the Most Important DJ in Rock History:

The boss of the company -- I can't for the life of me remember his name or that of the company -- didn't seem as interested in me as I had hoped or expected. He didn't seem to know much about my dad or Strauss and Co., the family business, either. And this was not the full extent of his ignorance.



"Hey, John. Where you from?" he asked when I was shown into his office.



"England," I replied, modestly but accurately.



"England," he repeated. "Is that in France?"



I met a lot of this sort of thing in Texas. Folks, even those who appeared educated, even sophisticated, had very little idea what went on outside Texas, even across the border in Louisiana.

Peel wound up living at the downtown YMCA, where he befriended "the first two black men to whom I had ever spoken." They spent their free time drinking Country Club Malt Liquor at a barbecue joint near the Cotton Exchange. Peel wound up moving out of the YMCA after "a fellow resident attempted a sort of rather half-hearted rape" in a shower and took a place on Gaston Avenue, in an "inexpensive boarding house...presided over by a magnificent old gal named Miss (pronounced Mizz) Smith." There, he met a "guitar-playing son-of-a-gun" from Waco named Edgar Wortham, who would take Peel to a bar near a drugstore close to their residence.



Peel turned 21 in Dallas -- an occasion he marked by "watching Peter Sellers in Two-Way Stretch on my own in a cinema attached to Southern Methodist University." In 1961, he met John Kennedy during a trip the candidate made through downtown Dallas; there are two pictures Peel took of JFK in Dallas that appear in the book, proof of their brief encounter.



Eventually Peel left the Cotton Exchange and, through an friend, hooked up with a man from Highland Park who got him a job "as office boy with the K.T. Martin Insurance Company [that] dealt exclusively with crop-hail insurance." He also became a Deep Ellum regular, Peel writes, finding a secondhand record store there specializing in seven-inch singles. And he became obsessed with WRR and KBOX -- WRR, especially.

Kat's Karavan was something else. The DJs were wry, well informed -- although not so well informed that you couldn't occasionally pick them up on some small detail in the life of, say, John Lee Hooker -- and the effect of hearing [Lightin'] Hopkins, Hooker, Howlin' Wolf, Bo Diddley, interspersed with comedy tracks from Jonathan Winters, Shelley Berman, Bob Newhart or Brother Dave Gardner (a big local favourite), booming out of the car radio as you cruised with your mates to Garland or Mesquite or Richardson to try you luck with the girls at a different drive-in, was galvanising.
There are pages and pages in the book about Peel's days in Dallas -- his memories of a particular girl from Bryan Adams High School he used to screw "on the shores of White Rock Lake," his fondness for a "Dr Pepper Icy," his nights spent listening to Russ Knight, the "Weird Beard" of KLIF. But he never quite finished his Dallas chapter. Instead, that comes later in the book courtesy Sheila, who, using John's diaries and recollections, pieces together what happened to him in Dallas -- "the site of one of his brushes with the law, which, through infrequent, left him a whiff of the outlaw."



Sheila writes about John's co-creation of the Dallas County Cricket Club, which is still around today; a photo of his membership card can be found in the book. While there's no mention in the book of Peel's first radio job -- according to the always trustworthy Wikipedia and other sources, Peel deejayed the second hour of "Kat's Karavan" on WRR for free -- it does detail how he came to be KLIF's resident Beatles expert.

After John made a call to KLIF, to correct Russ Knight, more commonly known as the Weird Beard, on some point of fact about Liverpool, Knight -- or should that be Mr Beard? -- hired him as the show's official Beatles Correspondent... In his capacity as KLIF's voice of the Beatles, John would be called upon to answer whichever enquiries about the Fab Four the young Dallas audience saw fit to send his way, though there would typically be a record played between question and answer, to give John time to find out the name of Paul's pet marmoset, or how many sugars Ringo's Auntie Beryl took in her coffee.
John wrote in his own diaries about how his house on Potomac Avenue became "a little hive of carnal activity" when female Beatles fans found out KLIF's Beatle boy lives there. "If they were anxious to sacrifice their virginity to a Man From Liverpool it was churlish, even unpatriotic, of me to refuse to cooperate."



And it goes on -- one swell anecdote after another, told by the man himself about the seven years he spent in the States, most in Dallas but a few in Oklahoma City. Hard to imagine how that must have gone -- the voice of the BBC in OKC. Howdy, mates? --Robert Wilonsky

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KAT'S KARAVAN (1953 to 1967 on WRR-AM)

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KAT'S KARAVAN. Kat's Karavan was a rhythm-and-blues radio program broadcast from Dallas from 1953 to 1967 on WRR-AM. The program aired R&B music to a primarily white teenage audience with burgeoning interests in music previously off-limits to them because of contemporary race relations. In the 1950s, white-owned radio stations across the country were just beginning to dabble in play music made by African Americans. Unsure of the commercial prospects of such a venture, many radio stations were reluctant to cross racial lines in their programming. Kat's Karavan defiantly played early R&B music performed by blacks, even though the show was hosted by and aimed at whites. The show was particularly influential because of its formatting, its personalities, the large region it broadcast to, and the number of famous musicians who came of age while listening to it.

Kat's Karavan showed strong support for local music acts such as the Nightcaps, who recorded their only album (Wine, Wine, Wine) at the WRR studio in 1959; the single of the same name was used as a promotional vehicle for the show. This album, which also included the song "Thunderbird," influenced upcoming local artists including Jimmie Vaughan, Stevie Ray Vaughan, and members of ZZ Top. While promoting local music, Kat's Karavan also exposed its listeners to musicians from outside Texas, including such legendary blues figures as John Lee Hooker and Muddy Waters. Thus the show intended to expand the horizons of its listeners and inform them of the musical styles being created by black musicians.

The show's disc jockeys also contributed to its success. Kat's Karavan was co-hosted by Jim Lowe, Jr., and Bill Carroll, who provided comedy for the listeners and encyclopedic knowledge of the music and the musicians. Lowe became such a well-loved figure in the Dallas area that, for forty years, he was the voice of the mechanical cowboy, Big Tex, at the State Fair of Texas. Another notable co-host of Kat's Karavan was Englishman John Peel. His work on the show in 1961 marked his early broadcast career before he returned to England to host the BBC radio program Top Gear .

Kat's Karavan was also successful because of its unique format. Lowe and Carroll divided the show into two parts. The first began at 10:30 each weeknight and centered on R&B vocal groups, while the second began at 11:15 and focused on both electric and acoustic blues. All these blues styles influenced the development of R&B. The show informed listeners of contemporary R&B developments and their historical backgrounds. Two rare segments of a 1961 broadcast of Kat's Karavan have been discovered and donated to WRR by a private collector.





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Dallas Observer, November 11, 2004. "Historical 1961 WRR Broadcasts Found" (http://wrr101.com/headlines/kats_karavan.shtml), accessed March 7, 2003.







Cathy Brigham



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The following, adapted from the Chicago Manual of Style, 15th edition, is the preferred citation for this article.


Cathy Brigham,
"KAT'S KARAVAN," Handbook of Texas Online (http://www.tshaonline.org/handbook/online/articles/ebk03), accessed February 19, 2011.
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Friday, February 25, 2011

Andy Zax: The Highly Improbable (But Utterly True) Saga Of Tupper Saussy

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Venue: Room 362, Royce Hall, UCLA

Moderated by: Diane Pecknold

Featuring:

Matt Sullivan, "'There's A Highway Telling Me To Go': The Mystery of Jim Sullivan"

Pat Thomas, "Militant Motown: the lost Black Forum recordings"

Andy Zax, "The Highly Improbable (But Utterly True) Saga Of Tupper Saussy: 'LearnTo Pronounce It; You May Need To'"

Douglas Mcgowan, "Flogging A Dead Genre: Resuscitating New Age"

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2011 Pop Conference Bios/Abstracts
Andy Zax
Andy Zax is a Grammy-nominated music producer, writer and former co-star of Comedy Central's Beat The Geeks. He has produced boxed sets and reissues for such artists as Talking Heads, Rod Stewart, Television, Judee Sill, Nico, John Cale, Lee Hazlewood, David Axelrod, Charles Wright and The Neon Philharmonic, as well as the recent Woodstock: 40 Years On anthology.
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Sunday, February 27, 2011, 9:00 - 11:00
Abstract:
The Highly Improbable (But Utterly True) Saga Of Tupper Saussy: 'LearnTo Pronounce It; You May Need To'
Tupper Saussy's story is the stuff of Pynchon novels and Coen Brothers movies; his life and career seem uniquely pertinent to this fiscally focused conference. Lesser musicians may have squabbled with record companies or accountants over matters of commerce, but Saussy (1936-2007) gleefully challenged the Internal Revenue Service, the United States government and the very definition of "money" itself.



In the 1960's, Tupper Saussy was a jazz prodigy, an advertising genius, a Nashville socialite, a session man, a classical composer and a staff songwriter for Acuff-Rose. He jammed with Chet Atkins. He arranged for Roy Orbison. As the mastermind of the insanely-ambitious chamber-pop group The Neon Philharmonic, he created a Borges-inspired "phonograph opera," The Moth Confesses, that arrived two months before Tommy and spawned a hit single with "Morning Girl." In the 1970's and 80's, as his music career cooled, he became a restaurateur, an illustrator, a dramatist, a ghostwriter for one of the most notorious assassins of the 20th Century and a pivotal figure in the American income-tax resistance movement. In 1987, after a series of court battles, he became a federal fugitive who eluded capture by the FBI for over a decade by hiding in plain sight. He wrote a book that depicted the last 250 years of human history as a divinely ordained slow-motion conspiracy. He chased crop circles. He distrusted sugar. And then he began to write music again…



With sounds and pictures and video, I'll be telling the story of true American original, a tale in which I play a small role, along with Oscar Peterson, Dave Brubeck, David Halberstam, Ray Stevens, Kris Kristofferson, Mama Cass Elliott, Anita Bryant, Hall & Oates, Wesley Snipes and a bogus mentalist.









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John Cage - Variations VII - 9 Evenings: Theatre & Engineering (1966)

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In 1966 ten New York artists and thirty engineers and scientists from Bell Telephone Laboratories collaborated on a series of innovative dance, music and theater performances, 9 Evenings: Theatre & Engineering, held in October at the 69th Regiment Armory in New York City. 

In the souvenir program for the first performance Cage writes a statement about the piece: "My project is simple to describe. It is a piece of music, Variation VII,indeterminate in form and detail, making use of the sound system which has been devised collectively for this festival, further making use of modulation means organized by David Tudor, using as sound sources only those sounds which are in the air at the moment of performance, picked up via the communication bands, telephone lines, microphones together with, instead of musical isntruments, a variety of household appliances and frequency generators.
The technical problems involved in any single project tend to reduce the impact of the original idea, but in being solved they produce a situation different than anyone could have pre-imagined.

Variations VII, performed at 9 Evenings, was the next to last in John Cage's series of indeterminate works that he had begun in 1958, which made increasing use of electronic equipment and systems.

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Variations VII by John Cage

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In 1966 ten New York artists and thirty engineers and scientists from Bell Telephone Laboratories collaborated on a series of innovative dance, music and theater performances, 9 Evenings: Theatre & Engineering, held in October at the 69th Regiment Armory in New York City. The artists were John Cage, Lucinda Childs, Öyvind Fahlström, Alex Hay, Deborah Hay, Steve Paxton, Yvonne Rainer, Robert Rauschenberg, David Tudor and Robert Whitman. Archival material has been assembled into ten films, each of which reconstructs the artist's original work and uses interviews with the artists, engineers and performers to illuminate the artistic, technical and historical aspects of the work. 

Variations VII, performed at 9 Evenings, was the next to last in John Cage's series of indeterminate works that he had begun in 1958, which made increasing use of electronic equipment and systems. This DVD documents the only complete performance of Variations VII and also presents a stereo audio recording of the full 85 minutes of the performance. 

This rare and historical film is the second in the 9 Evenings series from E.A.T. and ARTPIX and was produced by Billy Klüver and Julie Martin of E.A.T. and directed by Barbro Schultz Lundestam.

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Thursday, February 24, 2011

WEIMAR: Eugen Schönebeck

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ART AND MODERNITY

THURSDAY, 24 FEBRUARY, 2011

Eugen Schönebeck

 Eugen Schönebeck, c. 1965

Eugen Schönebeck was born in Heidenau near Dresden in 1936. In 1954, he enrolled at the College of Applied Arts in East Berlin. He left the German Democratic Republic in the following year for West Berlin to study at the city’s Academy of Fine Arts. In his years at the academy from 1955 to 1961, he became familiar with the more recent developments in European art and showed himself impressed by the works of Nicolas de Staël, Jean Fautrier, Henri Michaux, Wols, Hans Hartung, and others.
Eugen Schönebeck, Mao-Tse-tung, 1965


In 1957, he made friends with Georg Baselitz. An intense exchange of ideas about art ensued, which was to last for five years. Shortly after the publication of “Pandemonium II – Manifesto”, a poster-sized leaflet with texts by both artists, their collaboration found an end in 1962. Schönebeck had already turned his back to gestural painting at that time and gradually come to the conclusion that art had to be pointing a way forward. In Pandemonium II, he and Baselitz had called for a new art which was to detach itself from the prevailing abstract painting of Art Informel and Tachisme. This was how they hoped to open up a new approach to reality. “I regard the abyss of sincerity as a raison d’être, a bestiary, an entire life, an inner swelling force", Schönebeck emphasized in the “Manifesto”. 


Eugen Schönebeck, Tortured Man, 1963

Schönebeck’s paintings and drawings from that time show mutated beings that seem to float between the world of the dead and the world of the living – fragmented and torn, oscillating between abstraction and figuration. The painting “Tortured Man” (above) describes a ghastly slaughter. We see the mutilated limbs of a man whose intestines are spilling to the floor. 

 Eugen Schönebeck, Ginster, 1963

These often grotesque works by Schönebeck draw on the childhood of the artist, who was only nine years old when the war was over, but still remembers the disfigured bloated corpses floating in the Elbe River and the German hordes marching through the destroyed scenery in and around Dresden. Schönebeck's and Baselitz's pictures were among the earliest works by German postwar artists giving form to the traumatic loss of belief in the lasting values of Fatherland and family. 


 Georg Baselitz, Acker, 1962

Schönebeck broke an explicit taboo with these pictures. In a manner more radical than his colleagues dared embarking on, he began giving a face to the dismantling of the pride in a German identity that was based on the crimes of World War II. Günter Grass, who enrolled at the Academy of Fine Arts to study sculpture in 1953, later remarked in regard to those years that “arts ran the risk to drift off into the non-committal . . . the non-representational triumphed. Whether here or over there [in the German Democratic Republic]: who reflected circumstances in his pictures, was at loggerheads with reality, was dismissed by the jury.” 


 Eugen Schönebeck, Crucifixion, 1963

From 1963 on, Schönebeck, who had left the GDR as an anti-Stalinist and now found himself unable to return to his home country after the construction of the Berlin Wall in 1961, developed a growing political awareness in the confrontation with the European Left. In this atmosphere, he began to explore the subject of crucifixion which until 1964 was to manifest itself in four paintings which cleared a path for figures and colors. With these works, the artist succeeded in proceeding to an aesthetics which he would, within only one year, transform into an unmistakable style that had no real precursors and has remained without followers.  


Eugen Schönebeck, True Man, 1964

It was the painting “True Man” (above) that rang in the new style in 1964. Schönebeck made a series of portraits of persons which might be called “Heroes of the East.” These are followed by two pictures showing Lenin and Mao as well as large-size portraits of the Soviet poet Vladimir Mayakovsky, the Russian writer Boris Pasternak, and the Mexican painter and communist activist David Alfaro Siqueiros. For these paintings Schönebeck relied on a flat kind of style which he had learnt in a mural training course in the GDR. 


 Eugen Schönebeck, Majakowski, 1965

There was no market for such paintings at that time. In 1967, Schönebeck painted his last pictures and withdrew from the art scene.  Though several of Schönebeck's works are to be found in important public collections, he has been largely forgotten among art historians. A current exhibition at the Schirn Kunsthalle in Francfort wants to correct this by assembling almost all his surviving canvases, of which there are about thirty in number, as well as thirty works on paper. 

 Eugen Schönebeck, Leo Trotsky, 1966

 Eugen Schönebeck, Lenin II, 1965


  Eugen Schönebeck, Der Rotarmist (Red Army Soldier), 1964

 Eugen Schönebeck, Pasternak, 1966

 Eugen Schönebeck, Woman, 1965

Eugen Schönebeck, Der Gekreuzigte I, 1964

 Eugen Schönebeck, The Cross, 1963

 Georg Baselitz, Oberon, 1963

Paul Belbin: Untangling the Octopus

Untangling the Octopus



By Paul Belbin, 1996-8

Revised by Julian Palacios, 2009
Pioneering research by Paul Belbin proved the Rosetta stone in decoding Syd Barrett’s song writing inspirations for one of his most beloved songs, ‘Octopus’. Belbin’s original 1996 (revised 1998) essay, ‘Untangling the Octopus’ provoked a sea change in understanding Barrett’s work. Palacios has expanded on Belbin’s essay to further delve into the myriad origins of ‘Octopus’.



Too often dismissed as a fantasist who collated drug driven word salad imagery, Barrett in time will assume his rightful place in the canon of English poetics, to which he made vital contributions. In the most literal interpretation, ‘Octopus’ recalls memories of fairground rides, collated with a sea-faring poem. Barrett’s song resounds with a long string of references to rhymes, poems, and songs culled from English lore. The works of English classics scholar, poet, translator and novelist Robert Graves, a favourite of Syd’s, also figure prominently in ‘Octopus’.



The country’s oldest travelling funfair, Midsummer Fair, has been held on Cambridge’s Midsummer Common for over 800 years. At the end of June an encampment of lorries roll into Cambridge, bringing dozens of fairground rides, tents, games and diversions. Assembled on the Common for several days, townspeople flocked with their children, a vivid alternate fairground world. Walking through the amusements tent, the scent of mown grass rising up through the tent in the heat, Midsummer fair was magic.



A visit in 1963 with Libby Gausden left strong memories, ones that he sketched in a letter. Further, his trip to the Skegness Butlin’s Holiday Camp took him through a Pleasure Ground with octopus ride and vibrant painted carousel with stallion horses. The Octopus ride, with gyrating arms, bright with lights, whirled on a central axis, while centrifugal motion spun each car willy-nilly. Lusse of Blackpool built Octopus rides in the 1930’s. The machines proved popular, with vertiginous rises, and sweeping plunges.



By the 1950s, when young Barrett rode the Octopus, artist Fred Fowle applied painted octopi to panels ringing the ride. Suffused with lurid lacquered colours, in the relative dullness of the grey 1950’s, these murals must have seemed magical to impressionable children like Barrett, who gazed awestruck at the scenes of giant octopi smashing frigates to bits with tentacles, replete with sailors thrown pell-mell into the sea.
In the maelstrom of touring, Barrett was swept along to Blackpool’s famed promenade, deserted fairground at Pacific Ocean Park in California, and Tivoli in Copenhagen. On tours, funfairs marked a welcome respite from the grind of touring. A chance for Barrett to reconnect with the parallel worlds of childhood, fantasy and dreams threaded deep into his inspiration.



‘The Enchanted Forest, Magic Carpet Ride and Flight to Mars,’ Belbin writes, ‘may well have appealed to the lyricist behind ‘The Gnome’, ‘Flaming’ and ‘Astronomy Dominé. Syd would have faced a deserted fairground. I can’t help feeling that would have made a stronger impression on him than a working amusement park... perhaps sufficient to inspire a song that brought together fairgrounds, sea-faring, childhood rhymes and the warm winds that caress the California coast?’





‘Trip to heave and hoe, up down, to and fro’ Barrett sings. On May Day, villagers marked the beginning of spring by ‘going a-maying’ out in the woods and gathering flowers. As they roamed the fields, they sang the ancient rhyme ‘Trip and go’, theme to a favourite Morris dance in the 16th centuries. Syd culled the old rhyme from his copy of the 1886 The Nursery Rhymes of England, by James Orchard Halliwell-Phillipps. The rhyme forms both the beginning and end of ‘Octopus’.



Trip and go, heave and hoe,

Up and down, to and fro,

From the down to the grove

Two and two, let us rove;

A-maying, a-playing;

Love hath no gainsaying;

So merrily trip and go,

So merrily trip and go.




‘Trip, trip to a dream dragon’ echoed murals of dragons, octopi, and myriad creatures culled from annals of fantasy literature as fairgoers wandered the Common taking in the sights. Belbin writes, ‘Syd begins to take us on a tour of the fairground, and of our own imaginations. The opening ‘trip’ wasn’t the psychedelic experience we might have expected from the founder of the Pink Floyd, but a stumble into motion. Now mischievous Syd sings the word twice more, emphasising the ‘word has different meanings’: the trip is a physical journey, but also a journey into fantasy.’



Belbin writes, ‘Another popular fairground ride was the ‘Sea Dragon’, a large wooden replica of a Viking boat mounted on a pivoting arm, swinging high up into the sky, and hang suspended for a moment, with a vertigo inducing pause right on the cusp between nausea and exhilaration. The entire boat swings up to 50 feet into the air, and at its highest point leaves many riders almost perpendicular to the ground’



At Butlins, there was also a Sea Serpent, a roller coaster with a giant dragon perched at the bow. He writes, ‘So this ‘dream dragon’ also appears to be the first of the images of wind-torn seas and seafaring which occur throughout the song. A dragon ride must have appealed to Barrett’s childhood imagination, sparked by fairy tales and Tolkien. Belbin asks, ‘Couldn’t Bilbo Baggins’ quest to raid Smaug’s mountain treasure trove in Tolkien’s The Hobbit be described as a ‘trip to a dream dragon’?’



Kenneth Grahame and Edith Nesbit collaborated on the 1898 Dragon Tales, a collection of four dragon stories by two master writers for children. One of which, ‘The Fiery Dragon’, has a Princess locked in a dragon-proof tower, while a fiery dragon roams outside.





Hide your wings in a ghost tower




Looming above Pacific Ocean Park at Venice Beach was the Mahi Mahi ride, a ghost tower with metal turrets and painted steel skin rusting in the ocean breeze, an outsize version of the helter-skelter slide erected in the centre of Midsummer Fair. At Tivoli Gardens in Copenhagen, the Pink Floyd dined at a restaurant atop the Chinese Tower overlooking the Gardens.



More direct, in Hamlet, the ghost of Hamlet’s father enters from behind the watchtower. Shakespeare had based the scene of the Ghost Tower in Hamlet on Warwick Castle, in his hometown of Stratford-on-Avon. In Outing, a late-nineteenth- and early twentieth-century sporting magazine, the ‘The Brigand of the Wild’ by F. St Mars featured a Ghost Tower, that ‘...stood in the heart of a wood on the top of a 70-foot cliff overlooking a swift and lawless river,’ where birds roosted, fluttering wings.


Sails cackling at every plate we break
Barrett makes clever use of cackling rather ‘crackling’, imbuing canvas tents of the fair crackling in the breeze with life. Belbin says, ‘From the rides to the stalls, each in its own tent: alongside the coconut shy and the air rifle ‘duck shooting’ range are rows of white china plates on dressers: pay your money, and wait for enough other punters to assemble. Then, on the stallholder’s signal a mad interlude begins… throw wooden balls to break every plate you possibly can!’



In the 1947 children’s book The Enchanted by Martin Flavin:



The ship was still hove to, teetering gently up and down, swinging to and fro,

as if not quite decided what to do, its great square sails crackling idly in the breeze.




In James Gates Percival’s 1859 poem Sea Pictures is the couplet:



Sounds cheerily amid the crackling sails

Away, away! The wind is fair.




Barrett makes clever use of cackling rather ‘crackling’, imbuing canvas tents of the fair crackling in the breeze with life. Belbin writes, ‘From the rides to the stalls, each in its own tent: alongside the coconut shy and the air rifle ‘duck shooting’ range are rows of white china plates on dressers: pay your money, and wait for enough other punters to assemble. Then, on the stallholder’s signal a mad interlude begins… throw wooden balls to break every plate you possibly can!’


Cracked by scattered needles
Here we have a photograph of Barrett and the Floyd at Tivoli in September 1967. Belbin points again to ‘Mr Nobody’, which also inspired ‘Bike’. ‘Mr Nobody’ is a perfect choice for Barrett to draw on, as he was often the rascal in childhood who could get away with murder just by being his impish, smiling self.


I know a funny little man,

As quiet as a mouse,

Who does the mischief that is done

In everybody’s house!



There’s no one ever sees his face

And we all agree

That every plate we break was cracked

By Mr Nobody.



‘Tis he who always tears our books,

Who leaves the door ajar,

He pulls the buttons from our shirts

And scatters pins afar.



That squeaking door will always squeak,

For, prithee, don’t you see,

We leave the oiling to be done

By Mr Nobody.



He puts damp wood upon the fire,

That kettles cannot boil;

His are the feet that bring in mud,

And all the carpets soil.



The finger marks upon the door

By none of us are made;

We never leave the blinds unclosed,

To let the curtains fade.



The ink we never spill; the boots

That lying round you see

Are not our boots; -- they all belong

To Mr Nobody.


The little minute gong coughs and clears his throat
Belbin says, ‘The clock has run down, the minute is up… a bell rings to put an end to our plate smashing. However, that’s only the precursor to the next entertainment, the gong is the prompt for a barker to step forward and grab our attention: the two events flow so smoothly together that Barrett describes them in unison. The barker has an announcement to make…’



Barrett corrects interviewer Giovanni Dadomo about the phrase ‘little minute gong’, leaving little doubt each phrase was crafted rather than thrown together at random:



Dadomo: Some of your words don’t come over too clearly, like on ‘Octopus’ there’s ‘little Minnie Conn coughs and clears his throat’. Have you thought about printing the words on the sleeve next time?



Syd: Yeah, that would be nice (laughing). That was ‘little minute gong.’



In My Circular Notes by Scottish folklorist John Francis Campbell, an account of his voyages around the world in 1876, ‘We went in through dark passages, past long-robed priests followed by the boys, and following the doleful sound of a minute gong, and stumbled into light...’



In The Story of Marie Powell, Wife to Mr. Milton by Robert Graves, 1949, ‘Thus licensed, he straddles his feet apart and coughs and clears his throat a little, and at last he bellows out in a great gruff voice, ‘My throat is dry…’




‘Madam, you see before you stand…’

Heigh ho! Never be still!

The old original favourite grand

Grasshoppers Green Herbarian group

and the tune they play is ‘In Us Confide’
Belbin identifies these lines in Rilloby Rill by Sir Henry Newbolt, found in his Poems: Old and New, 1912.
‘Madam you see before you stand,

Heigh-ho! Never be still!

The Old Original Favourite Grand

Grasshoppers Green Herbarian Group,

And the tune we play is Rilloby-rilloby,

Madam, the tune is Rilloby-rill.’
Belbin states, ‘In Rilloby Rill, ‘Heigh-ho! Never be still’ has the same purpose as the refrain ‘Green Grow the Rushes, O!’ in each verse of the song Syd was seeking to emulate…’
I’ll sing you two, O

Green grow the rushes, O

What are your two, O?

Two, two, lily-white boys,

Clothed all in green, O

One is one and all alone

And evermore shall be so
Belbin says, ‘In the closing section of Octopus, the line ‘Heigh ho! Huff the Talbot’ has a similar role. Throughout the song the refrain ‘please leave us here…’ has the same function as ‘one is one and all alone, and ever more shall be so’ in Green Grow the Rushes. As Syd put it to Dadomo, ‘and then the chorus comes in and changes the tempo but holds the whole thing together.’ The end of ‘Green grow the rushes, O’ further echoed at the end of Syd’s poem ‘Rooftop in Thunderstorm Row Missing the Point’:


One is one and all alone

And evermore shall be so.



‘As high is high, so low is low

And that's the end of it.’
Belbin says, ‘Barrett reverts from Newbolt’s lines to his own choice of song at this point, the mysterious ‘In Us Confide’: presumably a song he connects with the fairground, where the traditional musical accompaniment came from the steam organ, often reproducing the sound of a Bavarian ‘oompah’ group. To add conjecture to this presumption: a candidate for the title ‘In Us Confide’ is the hymn ‘A Mighty Fortress is our God’, which was written by Martin Luther, inspired by Psalm 46. The second verse begins ‘Did we in our own strength confide, our striving would be losing’.’



In Sergeant Lamb's America‎ by Robert Graves:
The first of us to contemplate desertion was Brooks the Dipper, but he did not

confide in us, knowing of our objections to him.
Another possibility is an 1867 poem ‘The Seven Children’ by JC Cox


‘Tis He, my love, directs the storm;

The children all in us confide,

And should not we in Him abide;

Who freely does His blessings give.
More likely, the Scottish traditional ballad Charlie, which fits the general meter of ‘Octopus’


... So princely he trode on our heather,

So nobly did in us confide,

That our sires, sternly grouped together,

For him fought and conquered and died.




So trip to, heave and ho, up down, to and fro,

You have no word.
Belbin writes, ‘And so the whirling, rising, falling motion continues to the soundtrack of a group playing a tune which is only heard in random snatches by the speechless, disorientated riders of the Octopus. Lyrically, Syd has presented us with a vision of what he created sonically in the middle section of ‘Jugband Blues’, where he instructed the members of a Salvation Army Brass Group to ‘play anything’. Then he juxtaposed their performance with a circling loop of ‘la-la-la-la-la-la’ vocals which rise into the foreground and then fall away into a fragmented collage of random sound pandemonium.’


Please leave us here!

Close our eyes to the Octopus ride!
Belbin says, ‘the singer is attracted and repelled, fascinated and frightened: wanting to be a part of the pandemonium (‘please leave us here’) but uncertain of the consequences (‘close our eyes…’). In the rest of the song, Syd explores other options, other ways of being.’


The Middle Section: Lost in the Wood
Belbin says, ‘The Piper at the Gates of Dawn was named after the chapter in The Wind In The Willows where Mole and Rat spend the night searching for Otter’s lost son, Portly, and discover him entranced (as they are) by a vision of Pan. To this childhood idyll Syd retreats.’



The Wandlebury Woods and the Beech Woods outside Cambridge were idyllic retreats from town life for Syd, as well as reputed scenes of Druidic worship in days of old. The theme of being ‘lost in the wood’, ultimately, is a recurrent allegory throughout Romantic poetry, the classics and English literature; a popular conceit in Victorian literature and poetry in particular.


Isn’t it good to be lost in the wood?

Isn’t it bad so quiet there, in the wood
Aeneas gets lost in the woods in the Aeneid by Virgil. Dante’s pilgrim in The Inferno: ‘In the dark woods I lost my way. The path unfolded, unfamiliar and menacing.’ In Shakespeare’s A Midsummer’s Night Dream, Hermia and Lysander get lost in the woods. In Hansel and Gretel by the Brothers Grimm, the two children are abandoned in the woods by their father, at the behest of their stepmother. No longer able to feed them, the children are left to their own devices in the darkest woods.



In Walden, Thoreau writes, ‘It is a surprising and memorable, as well as valuable experience, to be lost in the woods.’ Belbin suggests a further parallel with the journey through Mirkwood in The Hobbit.



Further, Enid Blyton’s The Enchanted Wood (1939) a gigantic magic tree, discovered by three children, has a ladder to a magic land. Each time they visit, they have to leave before the land ‘moves on’ or they will be stuck there until the hole comes back and they can get down the ladder at the top of the tree. Barrett drew on these books in ‘Scream Thy Last Scream’ as well. Finally, the Victorian poet, scientist and explorer William Howitt wrote in his 1855 A Boy’s Adventures in the Wilds of Australia, ‘…it is most difficult to prevent one’s self from being lost in these woods. I know it by my own experience.’



Belbin notes, ‘When Rabbit decides it’s time to un-bounce Tigger, his plan goes wrong and he ends up lost and afraid. Can you guess who comes to save him? Milton’s ‘Lady lost in the wood’.’ In John Milton’s 1634 Comus, a young girl lost in the woods is captured by the magician Comus, and magically affixed to a chair with ‘gums of glutinous heat’ until a water nymph frees her.



The motif was as old as time, being lost in the woods a metaphor for a journey into the recesses of the mind, into the subconscious. Syd’s childhood haunt in the Wandlebury Woods was a sublimely spooky ring around the long gone fort, where fragments of skeletons still poke up underfoot. Clearly, there was a darker side to the Woods.



Robert Graves noted, ‘The Greeks had a word for this sort of dread — 'panic' — meaning the fear that suddenly struck them in the woods when the God Pan was loose.’ The goat god Pan inspired panic (panikon deima), or sudden fear in lonely places.



In Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings, the mysterious ‘master of wood, water and hill’ Tom Bobbadil rescues Merry and Pippin from the clutches of Old Man Willow, and again from malicious barrow-wights in the grim barrow-downs. In the Wind in the Willows, Mole’s venture into the Wild Wood begins as adventure, but turns to terror. The trees 'all fixing on him glances of malice and hatred: all hard-eyed and evil and sharp'.



Syd’s couplet most vividly recalled ‘Babes in the Wood’, a gruesome traditional Norfolk folk tale first published as a ballad in 1595. In the tale, the two children abandoned in the woods wander disconsolate until they die and are covered with leaves by birds.

‘Their pretty lips with blackberries were all besmear'd and dyed. And when they saw the darksome night, they sat them down and cried.’





The single most succinct statement of Barrett’s magical dualities, ‘isn’t it good to be lost in the wood? /isn’t it bad/so quiet there/in the wood?’ The couplet best captures the opposing sides of Syd’s nature, in contention and shivering contrast. The phrase captures the basic paradox of Syd’s creative muse; in exploration was both excitement and dread. The ebullience in the first phrase gives way to doubt in the second, and a chill by the fourth. A heady destabilization of being alone with no bearings.


Meant even less to me than I thought
Syd once again delves into the works of Robert Graves. In Graves’s seafaring poem ‘A Former Attachment’, we find:
And glad to find, on again looking at it,

It meant even less to me than I had thought -

You know the ship is moving when you see

The boxes on the quayside slide away




With a honey plough of yellow prickly seeds

Clover honey pots and mystic shining feed
Belbin points to a passage in Fairy Things by the great 19th Century poet John Clare (1793-1864).


Grey lichens, mid they hills of creeping thyme,

Grow like to fairy forests hung with rime;

And fairy money-pots are often found

That spring like little mushrooms out of ground,

Some shaped like cups and some in slender trim

Wine glasses like, that to the very rim

Are filled with little mystic shining seed.



{...}



Money ploughed up of more substantial kind.

Acres of little yellow weeds,

The wheat-field's constant blooms,

That ripen into prickly seeds

For fairy curry-combs,

To comb and clean the little things ...
John Clare remains England’s foremost poet of nature, his writings having endured with unparalleled evocation of the English countryside. The nature elegies threaded through Barrett’s albums bear the imprimatur of Clare’s influence, from word structure to recurrent imagery. That nature could sometimes reveal darkness under its majesty Clare was well in tune with, making explicit the connection between his yawing moods and Mother Nature’s Janus face.



After the early success of his poetry, Clare’s style fell out of favour. He began a descent into madness, spending the rest of his life in asylums. Once, he left an asylum at Essex and went on a quixotic walk in search of his first love, a certain Mary Joyce, who in his delirium, he was convinced he would find in the woods. Legend holds Barrett reprised Clare’s walk when he left London for Cambridge. In fact, he did - walking just over 50 miles. His sister Rosemary recalls he returned home with an awful lot of blisters!



Belbin says, ‘In the closing section of the song, Syd returns to his childhood reading for his inspiration and it seems for his security. The words ‘always’ and ‘never’ occur regularly, and the language changes from the past tense to the present and the future during the final sequence, as though Barrett rediscovers his certainty and confidence.’


Well, the mad cat laughed at the man on the border
In A Book of Limericks by Edward Lear, from 1888, we find:
There was an old man on the Border,

Who lived in the utmost disorder

He danced with the cat, and made tea in his hat

Which vexed all the folks on the Border
Belbin further notes when Alice first meets the Cheshire Cat (and his circular logic) in Lewis Carroll’s 1865 Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland:
‘But I don’t want to go among mad people,’ Alice remarked.

‘Oh, you can’t help that,’ said the Cat, ‘we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.’

‘How do you know I’m mad?’ said Alice.

‘You must be,’ said the Cat, ‘or you wouldn’t have come here.’


Heigh ho, Huff the Talbot
Barrett drew here from The Less Familiar Nursery Rhymes, compiled by Robert Graves in 1927, a fairly obscure and difficult to find folio even in the sixties, let alone now. Inspiration was culled from the nursery rhyme ‘Huff the Talbot & our cat Tib’. In the English Civil War of 1485, hound dog Huff and Tib the Cat die in battle, but Tib having nine lives, gets up and walks away.



Belbin says, ‘The verse refers to the War of the Roses, fought between the Houses of York (the White Rose) and Lancaster (the Red Rose) to determine the future of the crown. A Talbot is a hunting hound, so Huff and Tib were fighting like cats and dogs. ‘Talbot’ may refer to the same family as Shakespeare’s Lord Talbot (later Earl of Shrewsbury) and his son in Henry VI Part 1, except that they’re on the wrong side... Huff fought for the White Rose, whereas the real Talbot favoured Lancaster’s cause.’


The War of the Roses



Huff the Talbot and our cat Tib

They took up sword and shield,

Tib for the red rose, Huff for the white,

To fight upon Bosworth field.



Oh it was dreary that night to bury

These doughty warriors dead;

Under a white rose brave dog Huff,

And a fierce Tib under a red.

Low lay Huff and long may he lie!

But our Tib took little harm:

He was up and away at dawn of day

With the rosebush under his arm.



‘Cheat’ he cried shouting kangaroo

Belbin says, ‘Following a line about a man and a cat (from the border) came a reference to a dog and a cat (Huff and Tib). To match Syd’s explanation to Dadomo that ‘each line relates to the next’, we might expect to find a source that brings together a dog and a kangaroo in a tale of cheating.’



In Just So Stories for Little Children by Rudyard Kipling, 1902, we find ‘The Sing-Song of Old Man Kangaroo’. Old Man Kangaroo asks the God Nqong to be ‘…different, popular and wonderfully run after.’ The god calls on Yellow-Dog Dingo, who chases the Kangaroo across Australia till his legs ache.


So up, up touching hips

To a madcap galloping chase
In ‘Clowns and Jugglers’, the earliest version of ‘Octopus’, Barrett added this couplet. Belbin says, ‘The ‘Gallopers’ was another popular fairground ride, with ornate painted horses (‘red and yellow mane of the stallion horse.’)’ From Syd’s copy of the 1913 Cambridge Book of Poetry for Children, by Kenneth Grahame, there is ‘The Wind in a Frolic’ by William Howitt. A basic text that appears in dozens of anthologies for young readers, an essential early learning poem, ‘The Wind in a Frolic’ also contains the line ‘apples and oranges’.


The Wind one morning sprang up from sleep,

Saying, ‘Now for a frolic, now for a leap!

Now for a madcap galloping chase!

I’ll make a commotion in every place!’



‘So true!’ in their tree they cried

The gnomes in Little Grey Men lived inside an oak tree, Tree Top House. Blyton’s Faraway Tree might be another touchstone here as well. Belbin writes, ‘Does this line refer back to the Cheshire Cat speaking to Alice, or to another aspect of the story of the kangaroo? To a separate story, which Syd made a connection to through the pattern, man – cat – dog – kangaroo - creatures in a tree? A tree-kangaroo… or... or… I don’t know!’


Please leave us here

Close our eyes to the octopus ride!
Belbin writes, ‘The refrain repeats after an instrumental break… so a brief pause to reflect that this isn’t Syd’s only fairground song. The original Clowns and Jugglers found their way (at least in part) into ‘Baby Lemonade’ (the ‘party of clowns outside’). ‘No Good Trying’ also evoked merry-go-rounds and Octopus-style rides, ‘spinning around and around in a car, with electric lights flashing very fast’ and ‘rocking me backwards and you’re rocking toward the red and yellow mane of a stallion horse’. Please hold on to the steel rail!


The winds they blew and the leaves did wag

They’ll never put me in their bag
Here Barrett drew from ‘The Squirrel’, a traditional folk song compiled in The Less Familiar Nursery Rhymes by Robert Graves. Barrett also used ‘The Squirrel’ earlier in the first version of ‘Matilda Mother’.


The winds they did blow,

The leaves they did wag;

Along came a beggar-boy,

And put me in his bag.
Belbin writes, ‘Syd inverts the outcome of these lines from the original, to make a declaration of independence, akin to ‘It’s what you see, It must be me, It’s what I am’ from ‘Vegetable Man’, rather than the resigned ‘Oh, what a drag, caught in a bag’ from the early version of ‘Matilda Mother’.’ Whether or not he can always illustrate his inner song the way he hears and sees it, he is always determined to continue trying.



In the eighteenth century ballad 'The Mermaid', found in the Child Ballads, we find a stylistic similarity in:


Oh, the raging seas do roar,

And the stormy winds do blow.




The seas will ream and always seep

(or: the raging seas will always seep)
Ream was an archaic word used by poet Robert Burns, as in ‘ream o'er the brink.’ Belbin writes, ‘certainly another reference to sea faring, with lines about the wind evenly balanced on either side. In fact, this is a pivotal line in the closing section, as from here on each line makes a final reference to a theme or motif which has been raised earlier in the song.’


So high you go, so low you creep
Belbin writes, ‘back to Wonderland, where Alice learned to control her size by alternatively eating and drinking the magical items she had found. In turn, this brings to mind other Barrett lyrics, ‘When we grew very tall, when I saw you so small’ (‘Late Night’) and ‘I can creep into cupboards, sleep in the hall’ (‘It Is Obvious’). (Incidentally, creeping into cupboards and sleeping in halls is very distinctive behaviour: quiet while I make like a cat!)’


The wind it blows in tropical heat

The drones they throng on mossy seats
Belbin writes, ‘each concludes an earlier theme: final mention of wind that earlier blew leaves and sails. The mossy seats take us back to the woods, and are also found in works of Lakeland poets Wordsworth and Coleridge, the Aenied, Louisa May Alcott’s Flower Fables and the story of Lady Greensleeves, to name just a few possible sources.’
In The Cornflower by Jean Blewett, 1906:


Come out where the bare furrows stretch in the glow,

Come out where the stubble fields glisten,

Where the wind it blows high, and the wind it blows low...
In American Ballads and Songs by Louise Pound, 1922:


The wind it blows with feverish heat

Across the plains so hard to beat.


The squeaking door will always squeak
Another line borrowed from ‘Mr Nobody’.


Two up, two down we’ll never meet
Belbin writes, ‘A ‘two up, two down’ is a small terraced house: two upper rooms, two lower. Syd’s addition of ‘we’ll never meet’ suggests motion, continually exchanging places: as on a seesaw or a swing-boat ride such as the Sea Dragon. We are almost back where we began.’ ‘Two up and two down’ also refers to a pas a deux in sword fighting in Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain.
‘Dumped their other traps on the ground, struck a fencing attitude, foot to foot, and began a grave, careful combat, ‘two up and two down.’




So merrily trip forgo my side
To bring things tidily back to the beginning, a restatement of the opening May Day verse:


A-maying, a-playing;

Love hath no gainsaying;

So merrily trip and go,

So merrily trip and go.



Please leave us here

Close our eyes to the octopus ride!


Unique Futuristic Oasis (UFO)
Comment by Unique Futuristic Oasis (UFO) on October 4, 2009 at 6:17pm
Great post and I had no idea about the origin of Syd Barrett's Octopus tune and that:



The country’s oldest travelling funfair, Midsummer Fair, has been held on Cambridge’s Midsummer Common for over 800 years. At the end of June an encampment of lorries roll into Cambridge, bringing dozens of fairground rides, tents, games and diversions. Assembled on the Common for several days, townspeople flocked with their children, a vivid alternate fairground world. Walking through the amusements tent, the scent of mown grass rising up through the tent in the heat, Midsummer fair was magic.



A visit in 1963 with Libby Gausden left strong memories, ones that he sketched in a letter. Further, his trip to the Skegness Butlin’s Holiday Camp took him through a Pleasure Ground with octopus ride and vibrant painted carousel with stallion horses. The Octopus ride, with gyrating arms, bright with lights, whirled on a central axis, while centrifugal motion spun each car willy-nilly. Lusse of Blackpool built Octopus rides in the 1930’s. The machines proved popular, with vertiginous rises, and sweeping plunges.



In the maelstrom of touring the US during the late 1960’s, Barrett was swept along to Blackpool’s famed promenade, deserted fairground at Pacific Ocean Park in California, and Tivoli in Copenhagen. On tours, funfairs marked a welcome respite from the grind of touring. A chance for Barrett to reconnect with the parallel worlds of childhood, fantasy and dreams threaded deep into his inspiration.



‘The Enchanted Forest, Magic Carpet Ride and Flight to Mars,’ Belbin writes, ‘may well have appealed to the lyricist behind ‘The Gnome’, ‘Flaming’ and ‘Astronomy Dominé. Syd would have faced a deserted fairground. I can’t help feeling that would have made a stronger impression on him than a working amusement park... perhaps sufficient to inspire a song that brought together fairgrounds, sea-faring, childhood rhymes and the warm winds that caress the California coast?’



Many thanks,

James Mickelson
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