We were in a surreal snowy zone high on the moors between Lockerbie and Eskdalemuir when Luke told Adam and me that Don Van Vliet was dead. That was a poignant moment, we were on a crazy mission to play a gig in one of the remotest parts of the UK while the rest of the country was falling apart in weather chaos. The gig went really well.
We all love Captain Beefheart's music. This one's interesting...
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