Don Van Vilet
I have a lot of great memories driving around San Diego in my Volvo wagon in various mental states listening to Beefheart and the Magic Band's beautifully dissonant, precisely jumbled, mysteriously emotional music.
I immediately stopped working to go to Hypem and sit quietly in solemn respect while listening to his music but quickly found myself smiling. It's impossible not to. That's a quality I'll always consider when someone or something reminds me of Captain Beefheart. Rest in piece. Blabber and smoke.
Thanks to Pitchfork for the heads up