"Puppeteers of the world unite,
Don’t make love make war,
Keep finger upright,
And be a bloody bore,
Puppeteers of the world unite,
Don’t be cool be uptight. "
So these liberal-minded people ….
"That is all bullshit. Toadies to a man. "
Was puppeteer a protest against the fact you couldn`t play anywhere?
"No, I just couldn`t bear the prissyness of theatre and more and I realized what the main function of it was, to pleasure a particular section of society. The section of society that has as, along with their aspidistra-type values involving, I dunno, a half timbered car or a taste for wine or a penchant for reading to Guardian or some stripped furniture or something for the Habitat store or experience of higher education and a need to go to the theatre from time to time. So they were the only kind of people who came to a theatre. I’m not by definition that kind of a person. I, until recently, was never able to hear opera without wanting to go and break some-thing. "
Time he was on his way was Ted Milton. Ted describes himself as a Cod musician, a noise maker, a poseur. Well, he along with brother Jake and Herm, under the guise of Blurt, have a new 12" out mid-Septemebr.
We’re thrown out a British Rail`s café as Milton attempts to re-enact Inspector Deep Throat Nosey Parker’s antics – with a half baked sausage roll and B.R`s best stew a lé thé. He jumps on another European excursion and leaves us with a poem.
Aerial Combat Poem from Crossed Fingers.
"My Sky is the best sky,
There ain`t no sky like my sky,
If you lay just one finger on my sky,
I’ll blow you right out of your sky.
When skies are blue,
I cross my fingers,
And think of you. "
All poems: © Milton
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