Doom with Music…

But first…
Dulltown, Europe: Today’s old snapshot is the one of me and Howard Hughes sitting in the cockpit of the ‘Spruce Goose’. (S.G.)

In Queen Victoria Square here in Dulltown city centre there is often a chap who sits on a little folding stool and plays ‘nice’ tunes on a classical guitar; he plays the guitar through a battery-powered amplifier and it is, as is usual with buskers, far too loud, you can hear him hundreds of metres away. The music, and the playing, is not my cup of tea at all; I really don’t like ‘nice’ music.
A day or two ago I was walking across the square and noticed that someone, a scruffy looking chap, was dancing about in front of this musician; the dancing was definitely not in time with the music. The guitarist occasionally looked up and scowled at him, but the scowl had little effect and the chap danced on, even in the gaps between numbers.
In the middle of one tune, a slowish sensitive Paul McCartney one I think, the dancer suddenly froze in mid step; he was staring in my direction. He opened his stupid-looking mouth and shouted, ‘Hiya Dave!…’
Yes, of course, it was Simon Doom, poet from the glory days of the Hull Surrealist League. I managed a curt nod in his general direction, and encouraged by my nod, he shouted at me in a slurred drunken voice, ‘I’m going to improvise a spoem (a ‘spoof poem’) over this chap’s music – isn’t he great?…’ The guitarist scowled again and then looked down as if suddenly deciding to examine the nails of his playing fingers. Doom shouted across, ‘Dave, write this down in your little book…’ and then did some more silly dancing in preparation for his performance, almost kicking over the chap’s amplifier… He then commenced screaming out his piece in a truly horrible voice…

Brang brang – tee-ho tee-ho!
Fillim chawper tuth tuth!
Mogster mogster!
Bumpter fee-lion upple kak-kak!
Brang brang brang brang!
Moovalo moovalo garranty felp!
Jaw vase box pickle two!
Brang brang multi-fit multi-fit!
Multi-fit multi-fit multi-fit!
Tammerola pack dittle!
Jeppy jeppy jeppy!
Ortment kods!
Monopad oops – brang brang!
Buzzle ipso ipso ipso!
Flagtail brang-cut dagger-ball!
Immagel cuddle.

Simon Doom 2014.

About Dave Whatt

Grumpy old surrealist artist, musician, postcard maker, bluesman, theatre set designer, and debonair man-about-town. My favourite tools are the plectrum and the pencil...
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