Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix:"The Conductor's Song.!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The Conductor's Song!"

"...First problem as an orchestral-conductor (Beethoven's 5th) I had the Tenor fornicating with my frickin Soprano in the back room; a couple of OBOE players too (Possibly HOMOS) going "AT-IT!" before rehearsals: Bloody "LESBOES" in every String section! Ya don't know rhe meaning of heartbreak!?

A Conductor's lot. Complex. And someone stole my Baton! My Tuxedo was a wreck. Still, in respect of the "Classics"/Festa-Arriba-someplace/a GIG, some Story, some Way, some Life where your OWN personal "Adagio", your treasured "Earrings", your songbird voice resonates, echoing the vast river that flows in your Soul? Ya gotta OWN IT!!!

As an Orchester-Conductor, like a Film Director, outside of being a Violin-Virtuoso ya gatta WORK with MISFITS  on a "Camping Trip!" Calor-Gas STOVE malfunctions, a can of "Dinty-Moors" Irish Stew stares U - cold night - in your camping tent? The Camera Guys, sensibly, brought galleon o Jack Daniels; wotchagonnaDO? FIDDLES GONNA-DO?

And, sometimes, stress 0r just plain weariness (having to CONDUCT these talented Misfits) death would give a break/I'll TRY to pass away in my sleep, my repast, my swansong, my REQUIEM of absolutely no consequence, a daybreak fleeting of Glory...at Nobodies Feet!

TAP-TAP-TAP!!! "OK, Ensemble!!! Let's begin!"

c.2025 Dave Delacroix.

Our man in Europe/now Belize, dave Delacroix: "Night Cruise!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Night Cruise!"

What a splendid night> What a splendid night! When all cares & woes seem to disappear? What a splendid night! No MOON tonight. The blackness of the universe shrouds our light. What a splendid night, every WORLDLY DYNAMIC out somewhere else a-fighting. As for LOVE? "Boogaloo!" Ain't bothering ME none - with Whisky, smokes & booze - on this tranquil-splendid night.... Sometimes ya gotta let your mind just CRUISE? (And we ain't talking-TOM!!!)

c.2025, September (might as well as rain until...) Dave Delacroix. (All quiet on the Western Front.)

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "A Songster on the Run!"

 

Our Man in Europe./ Now Belize. Dave Delacroix. :A Songster on the Run!"

(dedicato, Pete Nalty (R.I.P.) Roger Amstrong (R.I.P.) & Me!)

" A Songster on the Run!"

WOZ anyone got something-INFO- got DO by this Pool, Dave & Carol, Gerontius-slinking, our swimming pool. As anyone got any NEWS we can use? 

As anyone, a new swim-stroke, to ripple our ideas, as anyone got some new BLUES we can sing 'bout? As anyone got some Twist & Shout, the kind we Used to roust-about? 

As anybody, regrets sailing &-the 7-Seas come home to his GAL ...where he ought to be? As anyone RE-conceived or cut with a knife his favorite Wisdom, or favorite Lie?

WOZ anyone - NOT I heard it from a Friend. - a document/confession in a parchment hand - how the Lancaster-child-Princes, smothered, murdered by RICKY-3' Yorkies hand in the Tower of London? (A better "cover up" than J.F.K's" assassination?) Or LADY DI?

WOZ anyone, some lowly Squire or passing Fool OR Minstrel WITNESS!!!... a passerby on the "Grassy Knoll" still with a tongue now a FUGITIVE a 'la David Janson/1960s USA-TV-Series? Dr. Richard Kimble. Outcast. Episode after Episode. The Hitchhiker, humming his song, mostly fixing poor folks' problems: "Les Miserable!" -Victor Hugo. (Original concept.) but hunted?

Probably there's an analogy in the BIBLE too/Pre-Digital/PRE-AI. wothchagonna-DO? A Songster. A WITNESS to us all? That son=of-a-bitch: Maybe like all WE Sad-Saps? Always on the run.

c.2025. dave delacroix.

Our Man in Europe, now Belize, Dave Delacroix" "A Brief History of REPITITION!", A brief History of Repitition!"

 Our Man in Europe, now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "A Brief History of Repetition. A brief history of Repetition!"

...(So the Story goes:)...It probably started out with the TROJANS/SPARTANS/those guys (heat of battle?): Darius, Persian King-invader: "Our ARROWS will darken the Sky!?" Leonidas, Trojan-dude; "Then we will fight in the shade-dude!" (and lacking a megaphone... for the hard-of-hearing): "We will fight in the shade!" (Cost him his Life yet a legendary Suicide note?)

Next? Julius Caesar (Roman economy?) "Veni Vidi Vici-boogaloo! - Veni-Vidi-Vici-boogaloo!?" History also notes Marie-Antoinette: "Omelets? Let them eat Croisants! Let them eat Croisants!" (Not quite repetitive but U get the idea?)

And Colonial - U.S.A. - Thomas Payne: "The British are coming! The British are coming!" Whilst Burt Bacharach-singing: "Do U know the way to Santa Fe? Repeats this maybe EIGHT times in the same song. Over this, AS a Songwriter I have some concerns?

Our NOW Japanese, allies-friends took repetition to excess, attacking Pearl Harbor with "BANZAI-BANZAI-BANZAI!!!" (Actually, quite smart repetition economy-didn't have to repeat?)

But a "goody" for the hard-of-hearing and maybe the most BRUTAL was by Athelstan in AD 450, his assault on ROME: "WOE to the vanquished! Frickin WOE to the vanquished!" Pity the poor Minstrel who didn't sing along?

...Which prevails to this day; WOODSTOCK-1969, every Stagehand - Microphone hugger: "We just love Ya! We just Love ya!"/"It's a brand-new day! It's a brand-new day!"/(food passed out:)" If you're too tired to chew, pass it on! If you're too tired to chew, pass it on!"

The Trojans/SPARTANS- famed Condoms these days of course are turning in their graves. They R buried in Phillipi-Greece. They R buried in Phillipi-Greece... God forbid we don't meet EM upstairs! They might think we are taking DA MICK!!!

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix, "A Brief History of the :"Selfie"

 Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix (White-Guy): "A brief History of the SELFIE!

Sumeric, (SAMY!)  God know who those Cats were. Clay tablets talking bout TAXES, couldn't last long. A kind of Selfie-identification which all town clerks exude today.  Then, Egyptians always in boring profile (makes ya wonder how they ever got a date/sideways?) The Greeks (Hellenistic) had a good time, maybe 5,000 years indoctrinated by Priest-Zealots? Big on Profile though. Everyone looked like Elizabeth Taylor. And BLOODY ROMANS, ruthless bunch, grabbed the Greek-Selfie, made it their own. A GRAFFITTI of what it was once s-posed to be, Statutes, a pastel, rockstar posters, Mythical GODZ painted, POMPEI on your bedroom wall? THEN along comes Viking CARVINGS. A lot of whoopsies, limited on portraits, King BLUE-TOOTH, a dental tragedy ensues and the Renaissance where/ when "Selfies" really took OFF! The Plague took its toll but the rich managed to get themselves in PAINT, the "Selfie" that hangs in most Palaces & Halls? The VATICAN!!! Now of course any Brain-Dead Idiot/WE R five Billion.... can Boogie-woogie "Selfie" when leaning too far back out/by Bir Sur-California and - SNAP!-SNAP! - fall down a cliff?...

Makes ya WONDER: Mirror-Mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all? The "Selfie" your Ego epitaph? Think I'll jump back into the swimming pool. And "YUP!" Too much for U to read....I guess. Be well.

c.davedelacroix, 2025.

Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix. "...And the Nightingale sings."

 Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix. "...And the Nightingale sings."

(dedicato: Giada.)

A solider of infamy, a brute from a Scottish play, a Borgia dynamic, strangled, publicly...WHISTLE and the Nightingale sings.

Caesar, imperator, stabbed 27 times, yet a soldier of infamy, hung his kidnappers one by one. And the Nightingale sings.

Cleopatra upon her regal throne. A designation all alone. She once wagered/BET - with Marc-Antony - the most expensive meal U could make then , consumed by her minions. Nobody dared to fart. And the Nightingale sings.

Always a bloody end. Histories UN-fold chapters UN-fold. A Festa begins, a Festa ends, and all the Players meet a dusty end. (And of course?) And the Nightingale sings.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: The Candidate!"

 

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The Candidate."

Some KID that used to BE, Some Kid that used to BE that rassled street punk in the dirt, who tumbled fray & true, that kissed, who could never tell, why would he, he played on Fern Hill? (Dylan Thomas?)

Some KID who passed U by, his eyes upon the sky! He never knew U or met U 'cept when HE was passing by. Even THEN it was quite "espionage" on a village scale? (SPIES behind every lace curtain window?)

That KID, that BRAT U never knew, barely had a new pair of shoes, clogged around, embarrassed but U wouldn't know. Wore Yesterdays clothes, erect/outstanding he had his ghosts & childhood years HURT the most, but U see: no scars upon his grace?

Some KID in the neighborhood swanking by, full of blood, smirking-inside/laughing outside. The one to watch to break the ranks, in prison or elected to Parliament! Worse still? The President of the United States.

Some KID next door, a social lottery. Maybe he nailed your teenage daughter before U knew? Next time U see him, BUNTINGS & RAH representing your Taxes, World Peace, plus all so much more: THE CANDIDATE!

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix, pushing 70 years old & still drinking Scotch! (with water).