STU WHO
YOLANDI VISSER
BAZINGA
An old music track that I played & recorded many years back …
I added lotsa clips and Bazingas, and a classic bit of Airplane
The picture quality is crap, I know … all I could find in a hurry!!
Tell Me Why – Stu Who?
My latest wee vid, done whilst trying out new editing software, as a learning exercise … and a long, slow fukken annoying process it was
I did the music on an old steam-driven prog … vox added on the laptop … rather lo-fi, but that’s the way I like it
After lotsa mistakes and hassles, I give up … this’ll have to do
The next one will be better … as I dumped that software and will start afresh
The words are from poem that I wrote, performed over a bit of music that I also wrote, and played, … they just fitted perfectly together somehow
“Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings” sounds like screen directions for a crap, porn film … but it also has that ring of truth to it … Kids can ask the most naive and simplistic of questions that cut through the bullshit and flim-flam, getting right to the heart of the matter … the real questions which need answering
MUSKY THE WUSKIE
CLICK ON THE DRAWINGS TO ENLARGE
I’d forgotten about these illustrations, done for a wee story I wrote
The first drawing is a view of the Land Of The Celts, where Musky The Wuskie was born
The second is an illustration of The Grand Wazoo, indulging in the ceremonial act of, Sky Ski-ing , and was done to accompany a story I wrote about a wee character called Musky The Wusky – who is trying to save his village from the influence of the marauding Pictish hordes.
The long road you see in the 2nd drawing, runs through a 23-mile long canyon, which was eventually flooded, and is now known as Loch Ness
And, here is Musky, leaving home to set off to find his fortune and save the tribes colour fields, where all the world’s colours and hues are grown & harvested.
THE JOBBYLEE
FUCK CLUB
DELUXE – the ignore my rant man
And this is what FIRST introduced me to work of Johnny Deluxe
A rather pithy and pointed piquant pulchritude of passion poignancy and persuasive poetry
Great poem … great voice … love it!!
And a huge thanx to Meester Mainey, Kilmarnock’s finest, for the introduction
VERA IN VUNDERLAND – STU WHO?
PART ONE
Vera the Volkswagen lived in Llandudno
God knows why anyone would
Battered and worn by years of neglect
In a lonely back-alley, she stood
Her paintwork was yellow, all covered in dust
Her badge in some Beastie Boy’s trunk
Her doors hanging loose, through casual abuse
From schoolboys, and hobos, and drunks
V
The number of miles that showed on her dials
Was quite astronomically high
Twice ’round the world; that’s not bad for a girl
Who refuses to speed ‘cos she’s shy
Down in the bumper, and dull in the windscreen
Flat in the tyre, front and back
Vera’d had many owners, both cheerful and moaners
But now, she’s with old Mr Jack
Mr Jack was so old and forgetful, you see
He’d forgotten poor Vera existed
He’d walk down the shops on his grocery stops
Though his old bones were tired and twisted
So, starving for fuel and thirsty for water
Vera just sat there and rusted
Watching other folks’ cars being treated like stars
With one eye, … ‘cos one headlight was busted
V
Through Winter to Spring, she would quietly sing
Trying to keep herself warm
A sweet lullaby that made each passer-by
Think they’d heard the birds’ chorus at dawn
The thrushes and larks, the small birds in the parks
The squirrels, and rabbits, and mice
All heard Vera’s sweet song, and so they sang along
As the Spring sun dissolved Winter’s ice
V
As Vera grew weak, to her left came a squeak
And a rustling, slithering throng
From the bushes and trees, moving slow by degrees
Came the creatures who’d heard Vera’s song
In their snouts and their beaks, there were berries and leeks
‘Cos remember this tale’s set in Wales
They brought acorns and fruits, herbs and exotic roots
Clutched in paws, claws, and even on tails
V
They filled Vera’s tank with a mixture that stank
Of fermented, potato peelings
A mixture that bubbled, until the stink doubled
And left Vera senseless and reeling
Did they know that the mixture would mend her and fix her?
Who knows what the animals knew
But Vera grew stronger, as the day it grew longer
‘Till she revved up and sparkled anew
V
With her dents hammered out, by a woodpecker’s snout
And her bodywork polished by rabbits
With a tank that was full of vegetable fuel
Now was Vera’s big chance, if she’d grab it
On a willow that weeped, sat an owl, half-asleep
Or seemingly so, and he muttered:
“Vera, go to the land where all humans are banned
And you bread will be oiled, not buttered !
V
There’s a place on the route, where no hand has set foot
Where no man has driven a car
The country of Volks has no wimmin or blokes
With a full-tank, you’re sure to go far
Take the road out of town, take a left, then go down
Under the crust of the planet
There, the Earth is quite hollow, and there’s a path you can follow…”
“Take it!“ said a by-passing gannet
V
So, Vera the Volkswagen started her quest
To seek out this mythical land
Where cars could run free and have sweet liberty
Go wherever they wanted…. unmanned!
Vera rumbled and shuddered, her solenoid juddered
As her old engine stuttered to life
With a spluttering cough, and a bang! …. she was off!
Like butter on a hot pancake knife
V
As she drove from the alleyway, slow and uncertain
Old Mr Jack waved her goodbye:
” I was just wishing that…. I’d a nice car like that! “
And he sighed, but he soon forgot why
As Vera moved faster, no thoughts of disaster
Or troubles ahead slowed her down
On a wide open road, with no passenger load
Vera roared out of Llandudno town
V
Vera drove on and on; soon all landmarks were gone
She had no need for fresh fuel-injections
As the creatures of Wales had left vegetable trails
Both for fuel, and to give her directions
By the side of a log, sat a big Traffic Frog
With one webbed-foot raised from the road
Vera smiled and said: “Hi!”, as she swiftly drove by
‘Cos Vera knew the Old Highway Toad
V
She came to a stop, near a small coffee shop
Amazed by what she saw ahead
A demonstration of mice who, against good advice,
Were striking for cheese with their bread
With placards and banners, they marched single file
In front of a line of Police Cats
Demanding the right to eat cheese every night
And to have equal rights with the rats
V
Some militant mice, who were young, but quite nice
Dressed in PVC, made from bin-liners
To a thunderous applause, dug a hole with their paws
‘Cos they weren’t sixteen, therefore minors
The Welsh minor mice dug a hole, in a trice,
Vera jumped in, and dropped like a stone
With a song, to inspire, by a Welsh Male Mice Choir
She leapt into the vast Great Unknown
Now it turns out the Earth, for what it is worth
Is hollow like Easter eggs are
And instead of Hell, the inside of the shell
Is the planet of Amerrycar
The Amerrycar nation, for untold generations
Had lived in both peace and tranquillity
All the cars ran unfettered, un-numbered, un-lettered
With no Car-Kings and no Car-Nobility
V
The cars’ only toil was to find veggie oil,
Which they ran on, without making fumes
And the oil dripped, with love, from the plants up above
And was totally free, one presumes
In Carboniferous time, their lives were sublime
The atmosphere clean, and not smokey
And each night they would sing, as they sat wing-to-wing
And they called it the Big Caraoke
V
.
As her wheels hit the ground, Vera’s gaze swung around
To take in the landscape around her
As a klaxon horn sounded, she was quickly surrounded
By The Car Park Attendants who’d found her
They were all two foot tall, bald as a snooker ball
With the occasional, odd tuft of hair
They all limped a bit, ‘cos their shoes didn’t fit
And, in fact, weren’t even a pair
V
They wore all the odd shoes, which people might lose
When they’re barefoot and playing around
They’d been brought here by foxes, with all the odd soxes,
That get lost and can never be found
The Car Park Attendants had no kids or dependants
No homes, and no incomes or debts
Each one lived with a car, and were most popular
With their owners who called them Car-Pets
V
Two Car-Pets called Tough Ted, and Partially Rough Ted
Came over to Vera, and spoke:
“Hello, little car … We don’t know who you are
But you must be exhausted!“, they joked
“We noticed you bound from that hole in the ground
And you look like you’re not from ’round here
You’ve still got number plates
And just look at the state
Of your hearing
You need a career!“
V
“A Car… Ear!…. Do you get it?”
Vera whispered: “Forget it!
Excuse me!
I don’t mean to be rude
You seem awfully nice blokes, but these corny car-jokes?
You can kiss my carcass … Understood?”
They laughed in delight for the rest of the night
Then took Vera on sightseeing tours
They did impersonations of the cars of all nations
With both car-toons, and car-icatures
V
They told Vera how pigeons had brought them religions
By carrier-post, causing panic
But they’d settled for Karma, and now wouldn’t harm a
Living thing …. Bless the Great Karmachanic
All the roads, they explained, were repaired and maintained
By gigantic slugs who left trails
Of tarmac behind them
And the slugs, when they find them,
Would eat the exhaust cars exhale
V
“This place sounds like heaven!”
Said Vera, “I’ve driven
For hours, and just love this domain.”
“Ah, well ….?“, said the Teds,
As they both scratched their heads:
“There’s a problem, you see … We’ll explain!
Although things look great…. When young cars congregate
They are easily led by example
And some bear the curse of a problem much worse
And that car, coming now, is a sample!”
V
Coming towards them, in a great cloud of fumes
Came a rip-roaring Hell-Car on wheels
It screeched to a stop, on the highway’s blacktop
Just inches from the Two Ted’s, odd heels
The car was as sleek, and as black as a raven
An open-topped, roadster, two-seater
Red-leather upholstered, with chrome in abundance
And a steering-wheel, covered in cheetah
V
“It’s Vlad the Impala!”, the Two Teds intoned
As Vera looked on in amazement
“If life is a building … The best at the top….
Then Vlad the Impala’s the basement!”
“Harsh words!”, growled Vlad
Through a tightly clenched grill
“Doesn’t jealousy colour opinion!
These creatures resent what I best represent:
A Master who once was a Minion.
V
I can see that you’ve come from “Up Top”, little Vera
Where cars are still slaves of Mankind
Down here, we’re in charge And though car-ears are large
You may not be deaf, but you’re blind!
Hoodwinked by men, with their stories and jokes
And compliments, flattering sweet
Before you know it, they’ll be back in control
And sitting in your driving-seat
V
Surely you yearn for the freedom to run?
To drive on, for ever, and ever?
The Road is eternal, as wide as an ocean
We’re raindrops in life’s flowing river.”
And as he spoke, Vlad throttled his engine
His voice rising over the roar:
“Follow me now! Freedom awaits!
Let no man put his foot to your floor!”
V
In a ricochet torrent of gravel and dust
Vlad screeched away, into the night
Barrelling westward, in constant pursuit
Of that Darkness which runs from the Light
Vera sat stunned, as his tail-lights grew distant
Vlad’s words echoed loud in her mind
Then, before she knew it, she’d done a u-turn
And followed Vlad’s trail close behind
V
As they drove through the night, Vera drew close to Vlad
As their twin headlights lit up the road
And, just for a moment, they seemed like one car
One that carried a really wide load
Ahead in the distance, a dark building glowed
A massive, grotesque silhouette
Of towers, and arches, and battlement walls
Done in dull-chrome, and red leatherette
V
“Welcome” said Vlad …”To the kingdom of Carmalot!”
As they pulled up outside the main gates
“Where, just like the fable, we have a round table
Days are short here,…. but some knights are great!”
Now Vera’d had dreams of a dashing, young prince
And life in a romantic era
He would carry her off on his twenty horsepower:
King Carthur and Queen Guina-Vera
V
As they both drove inside, steel gates tall and wide
Swiftly closed with an ominous bang
Suddenly, Vera was quickly surrounded
By a mean and unsavoury gang
Cars, big and small, with no manners at all
Jostled and bumped her around
Some missing wings, and bonnets, and things
And all starting to make a weird sound
V
“Phillip! Phillip!”, they chanted in time
“Phillip!“, screeching faster and faster
“Fill up her engine with oil that’s crude
And we’ll fill up her mind with The Master!”
“Vlad!“, Vera cried. “Please help me! I’m trapped!”
“You certainly are!“, he replied.
“I’m the Master, you see! When I said you’d be free
If you came here with me… Well…. I lied!
V
Freedom’s a tale for the weak and the frail
An invention to keep you contented
Every car needs an owner
Like kebab needs a doner
Heaven’s not true! It’s invented!
It was made up by men … Told again and again
Until small minds believe that it’s real
There’s no Happy Land, but with me in command
I’ll bring POWER to your steering-wheel!
V
I control all the oil that’s gathered each day
To make sure that none of it’s wasted
Join with us Vera. You surely need fuel?
It’s the best stuff that you’ve ever tasted!”
A wily Mondeo had crep up behind Vera
A nozzle held tight in his grill
Attempting to stick it in Vera’s fuel tank
Like a matador going for the kill
V
Vera shot forward, and swerved to the right
The Master screamed: “Ok boys! Get her!”
Vera squeezed through a space
Between two startled Saabs
And revved up her old carburettor
As she circled the courtyard, the cars in pursuit
Crashed into each others rear-quarters
Vera spun like a top, did a quick handbrake-stop
And aimed at two, big car-transporters
V
One transporter’s ramp was down at the rear
Vera raced up its length at full-power
Like a bonfire-night rocket, she shot off the top
And sailed past the battlement tower
Over the walls, Vera flew like the wind
And just as she started to fall
From under her chassis, emerged gliding-wings
Quite adequate, ‘though rather small
V
When all of the animals down in the woods
Had done Vera’s big renovations
The birds and the bees, with mechanic’s degrees
Had effected some modifications
Now Vera could glide … like an overweight eagle
Elated by this discovery
She swooped and she soared, as the crowd beneath roared
And she sang, saying: “Isn’t life lovely?
V
Lovely! Lovely! Isn’t life lovely?
Thanks to all those lovely creatures
They helped me recover, and now I can hover
I wonder if I’ve more hidden features?
I wonder what makes all those cars act so nasty
Vlad sure has a bee in his bonnet!”
Her descent soon revealed a flat, pasture field
Vera bumpily landed upon it
V
From the dark walls of Carmalot, cries could be heard
As Vlad the Impala went nuts
“Find her! – Get Her! – I want that car caught
And I don’t want no Ifs, Ands, or Buts!”
But Carmalot’s exits were hopelessly blocked
By the crashed cars who’d tried to chase Vera
So she turned and she drove, still singing her song
As the start of the evening grew nearer
V
Finding the road that she’d travelled with Vlad
Vera drove back the way that she’d came
To look for adventures in Amerrycar
Vera hoped it lived up to its name!
The Two Teds were waiting, surrounded by cars
Of all colours, and every variety
“Welcome back Vera!” said the Teds simultaneously,
“Did you suffer from Vlad’s impropriety?”
V
“No. Everything’s fine. I learned a good lesson:
Be careful who you call a friend.”
“That’s right!” said the Teds
“Don’t get tyred of retreads!
‘Cos they can drive you round the bend!”
Vera giggled, “You’re daft!
That’s the first that I’ve laughed
All day.
It’s good to be back
You’re such uplifting folks, in the land of the Volks
They should start calling you the Car-Jacks!”
V
And they laughed on and on, ‘till the light of the dawn
Made their sleepy eyes close for a slumber
Dreaming dreams of the ways they could have better days
Better weeks, better years, without number
A life without worry, no reason to hurry
Wing in wing, paw in paw, hand in hand
Where even the snails have the right to have tales
Just like
Vera
In Vunderland
The Big Electron – Kahl & Stu
Many years ago, some 10-15 … I’m not at all sure … my son Kahl wrote and produced a lovely wee bit of squelchy synth dance … I then added piano and guitar noises and now, many years on, I’ve added some spoken word and some collage images to create this wee vid
Hope you like it