Date: Wed, 26 Aug 98

From: The Great Quail

Bayard asks:
 
 

>Has Robyn performed a

>Gong tune, a Carl Palmer tune, or a Carl Palmer gong tune of which i am

>unaware?

Yes, actually. At the secret 1993 "Bumbleshite" gig, which was held on a

floating, vaguely donut-shaped raft in the Susquehanna River, Robyn

opened his forth set of the evening my completely duplicating the setlist

of the historic ELP/Gong Festival held on that very same floating donut

exactly a decade ago on that night. And at that earlier show, Carl Palmer

did indeed team up with Daevid Allen to sing an improvisational song they

called "Clippety Cloppety Brainfry Beat." The original work lasted

thirty-seven and a half minutes, and ended only when Keith Emerson fell

off his piano and into the river. (According to sources quoted in "Uncle

Bob's Prog Magazine," by the way, Keith was supposedly stoned on thirteen

ounces of Miskatonic Blue, and claims that he had suffered a vision that

Greg Lake would one day become a jaded, corpulent lounge singer the size

of the floating donut; and that he leapt overboard thinking he was, in

fact, playing the gig on a giant, floating, donut-shaped Greg Lake.) (But

you can never trust Uncle Bob.)

Robyn's rendition was of course much shorter, because a local fly

fisherman mistook him for David Bowie in "The Man Who Fell to Earth" and

swamped the donut in a drunken attempt to get his autograph, and perhaps

(we can only darkly surmise) become covered with weird alien goo

"Clippety Cloppety Brainfry Beat"

By Carl Palmer and Gong
 
 

Floating donut

>From outer space

Floating donut

>From outer space

Floating donut

>From outer space

Floating donut

>From outer space

Floating donut

>From outer space

yeah

I said

Floating donut

>From outer space

Floating donut

>From outer space

 

<mellotron solo; followed by a theramin break; then a flute solo>

 

My name is Carl Palmer/Yes it truly is

Gong may be the soda/But I am like the fizz

So now I am in Asia/Isn't that a scream?

But you all bought the record/Just for Roger Dean

ELP may forget me/That would be a howl

But I am very evil/So I curse thee Cozy Powell!

 

<mellotron solo; followed by a theramin break; then a flute solo>

I am the evil drummer

My stick s will never cease!

Dave Gilmour can't protect you

So run away Denise!

He's busy beating Roger

For the "Final Cut" release

And E-flat's in the future

Being stalked by meece!

 

<insert sounds of various female Gong members whispering spooky things

about their pussies>

 

The Fegs are at the door--

There are no Fegs at the door. . . .

The Fegs are at the door--

There are no Fegs at the door. . . .

 

<Twenty-two minutes of Keith Emerson assaulting a toy piano>

 

. . . and so on until the "splash." I'll loan you the tape if you need

it, but Robyn only gets through three minutes of piano.

For fun with postmodern literature, New York vampires, and Fegmania,

visit Sarnath: http://www.rpg.net/quail

"The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the

human mind to correlate all its contents."

-- H.P. Lovecraft