Captain Beefheart & The Magic Band
Troubadour, Los Angeles
1973-01-(02-07)

Lineage:
Audience>Tape (unknwon gen)>Wavelab>WAV>Trader's Little Helper>FLAC (level 8)

Tracklist:
01. Hair Pie: Bake III (1:57)
02. Suction Prints (6:02)
03. Low Yo Yo Stuff (3:52)
04. Old Black Snake (2:02)
05. Nowadays A Woman's Gotta Hit A Man (4:20)
06. Band Intro (3:33)
07. Sugar 'n Spikes (3:14)
08. Crazy Little Thing (3:00)
09. I'm Gonna Booglarize You Baby (5:43)
10. Click Clack (3:57)
11. Alice In Blunderland (4:34)
12. Golden Birdies (1:40)
13. More (0:27)

Total length: 44:21

Quality: 6.5/10

Line-Up:
Captain Beefheart/Don Van Vliet: vocals, harmonica
Rockette Morton/Mark Boston: bass guitar, guitar
Oréjon/Audi Hon/Roy Estrada: bass guitar
Zoot Horn Rollo/Bill Harkleroad: guitar, slide guitar
Alex (Pyjama) St. Claire/Alex Snouffer: guitar, slide guitar
Ed Marimba/Art Tripp: drums, percussion

Comments:
Jim Ryan: Early January 74 (73!), Troubadour L.A. w/Martin Mull as opener for the first three nights of I think a five or six night run.
Would have gone to all but had to fly home w/ Mom & Dad. What a happy accident to be in L.A. on vacation to find the Captain playing. Thanks to mom and dad for letting me stay in Hollywood, while they went south to San Diego.
Talked with Don at third Troubador show. It seemed like he knew about me as he had chatted with a friend of mine on Triad radio show in Chicago some time between the Aragon show & the Troubador shows. Introduced to Jan and got autograph "to Jim Love Over Gold".
(Fireparty People)

Alan Saul: I met Jerry (Handley) while waiting in line at the Troubador in early 1973. I had a pleasant little conversation with him and don't remember any hint of a British accent. He was living in Lancaster, had a business that had to do with cars (leasing?, maybe a body shop?, I forget now). I told him how much I admired his work on Mirror Man, and he was pleased but modest. He wasn't playing music at that point, because he needed to make a living. I would tend to doubt that people would have left the band if they had been able to make a living at it. Remember that Don didn't pay people anything, even after a little money started coming in. But Jerry greeted Don quite warmly when he arrived, and Don seemed happy to see him, though he was staggering around with a blonde to whom he referred as Captain Bottles.
Jerry had told the person at the ticket window that Don Vliet should have put him on the list, and at that time it surprised me to not hear the Van. That enabled me to discover who Jerry was, otherwise he was completely nondescript, just hanging out with everybody else in the line. I'm fairly sure that he was from Lancaster/Palmdale originally. Was he really playing with Don in 1965 though?
(Fireparty)

Alan Saul: I just wanted to relate that I met Jerry once. We were standing next to each other in line at the Troubador in 1972 or 73 until he got the tickets Mr. Vliet had left for him. Gerry Pratt had the impression that he was British, but as far as I could tell he was quite American, I presumed from the high desert. He was extremely nice, although I didn't ask him much, mostly just complimented him on his tremendous playing on Mirror Man and asked what he was doing (I forget now, I think some automotive business) ....
That night at the Troubador, when Don arrived, he was staggering, supported by a tall blonde who he introduced as Captain Bottles. I didn't catch whether her first name was Long Necked. Don proceeded to heckle Martin Mull (the opening act) mercilessly, then gave one of a series of fantastic concerts under the influence of Art Tripp, Roy Estrada, Mark Boston, and Bill Harkleroad.
(alt.fan.capt-beefheart)

Jeff Moris Tepper: I was up in the California redwoods to check out housing and schools, and I saw Don drive by in this orange pumpkin-coloured stingray and park at a Corvette dealership. I had met him in Los Angeles in '72 during the Clear Spot tour, when we had talked and he had drawn me a picture, but I was kind of scared. I walked up to his car and went, very softly: "Don", and he fucking jumped - hit his head on his car roof! He said: "Man, you scared the shit out of me! Hey, I know you!". I go: "Yeah, we talked once at the Troubadour'. And he goes: "I gave you a piece of art, I don't ever do that". This was all within the first 10 seconds, it was really weird. Within two hours he was showing me a house next door to his that he wanted me to rent. And so I got my housing.
(Mike Barnes: Hello Goodbye. Moris Tepper & Beefheart's Magic Band. Mojo #51. February 1998)