Zum RSD 2012 erscheint die 2×7″ „Diddy Wah Diddy“ auf Sundazed Records vom Captain der im Dezember 2010 das letzte Mal auf See ausgelaufen ist………………….
Upon signing with A&M Records, Captain Beefheart & his Magic Band debuted loudly, recording two singles in 1966, cementing their image as Sunset Strip „blues fiends“ and paving the way for what was to become one of the most original careers in rock history. The band’s cover of Bo Diddley’s „Diddy Wah Diddy“ garnered significant regional attention & considerable radio play courtesy of the Captain’s unreal howl & Jerry Handley’s deep, thundering bass sound, while the driving delta tributes „Who Do You Think You’re Fooling“ & „Frying Pan“ sharply displayed the Captain’s early songwriting prowess. While the Magic Band’s musical course were soon to evolve in drastic & original ways, it’s these early sides that depict a developed blues foundation and a signature tightness that was threaded through all Magic Bands to come. Sundazed now proudly presents these legendary recordings in double 7″ 45rpm gatefold edition, all sides cut from the original A&M mono masters.
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
Walt Whitman, 1865