The Vivian Stanshall Preservation Society
VSPS Newsletter Issue 4
This being said, I'm delighted to enclose a letter to you all from Vivian, giving you some fascinating news about his current projects. Further bulletins will be sent as and when available.
Next mail-out will hopefully be the Vivian interview carried out by Adrian Taylor for Ptolomaic Terrascope. (A thousand apologies to Adrian for the long delay). Adrian works as Graphics Co-ordinator at London Zoo, where he is also NSF Union Group Secretary. He is an avid collector of records, tapes and videos - particularly anything which could be filed under 'psychedelia'. So if onyone out there wants to send him lists of audio and/or video material, he will be happy to send the same with a view to a swap. Please note, swaps only, no sales, no money involved! Adrian can be reached at: ......... Road, Layton, LONDON E1.
STOP PRESS: On 30 June there is to be a Bonzos evening at London's National Film Theatre (NFTl). I understand that the event is members only, but you may wish to try contacting the box office (on 071-928 ....) for further information.
That's all for now. Hope you enjoy the enclosed.
All the best
Letter from Viv
12 June '94
I discussed this, my shameful guilt with Sue & she thought you'd likely enjoy the 'fragments' any road - so hereafter they are. In mitigation I've been hospitalized quite a few times for shocking spiritual crimes against myself.
At the mo' I'm embroiled in a long article for MOJO magazine, collating some Bonzo Doggerel to present to Faber & Fabers' fabulous & fabulous poetry & poetry editor. Illustrations required for both!
But most pressing & importantly am buffing up the text & music for a new RAWLINSON END CD
When I tell you I've had to fillet Rawlinsonia from 18 notebooks! Excluding the main Rawlinson reference books - you'll appreciate the granite. no-muckin'-abart, concentration required.
Have made much, much more than a sufficiency of music to enliven or obfuscate this picaresque rubbish & as for the spoken lumps or those pieces performed quasi-parlando, if you must: I estimate I've some 3 hours worth of waffle.
If only I'd the wit to use a word-processor or the loot to employ a semi-literate & dressed secretary! If I could disgorge my mind & iron it or blither to a short-hander...
Then!!! I might find the time to finish the stacks of
paintings & bas-reliefs that litter & squeeze my too cosy flat
screeching' Complete me! Abuse me!
Dammit! il, I had the 3 heads of Cerberus or the many arms of an Indian goddess I wouid - might even try to relax whatever that means?
Still. I will companion a bereaved & unhappy friend to Whitstable for a few days. And gorge like Gargantua on whelks & winkles. I used to go to Whitstable ev'ry year with my doughty Irish grandma as a little boy. We always had a beach-hut. Grandma bedizened in Victorian black lace & huge befeathered black hat snoozed away the summer in a deckchair. I fished for eels to be horribly boiled in the hut, stamped on sandcastles or spent dozens of the lovely big Old Pennies in 'Silver's Arcade' - which housed 'The Drinking Bear'! My favourite. Mr Silver would brook no electric nonsenses in his amusement emporium & even back then his machines were antique.
All this provided the sentimental lyric to 'Postcard' on the 'Doughnut' album. I hope Silver's Arcade is still there & unchanged. I doubt it. We'll see.
There's a chance I shall be filming in Allicante for nearly a fortnight in June. It's not the challenge of the film 'The Changeling' I fear - it's the bloody heat! I abhor it. The sun is quite acceptable in certain paintings or thru' a few tinted widows. But meeting the effulgent, impudent, penetrative bugger face-to-face, even in this country is....well, I feel meself a bit lobsterish at the very thought.
Honest! I spent 2 English summers sitting, like Marat, in a bath of cold water: a coupla planks to support typewriter, music, 'phone & phonofiddle & wait for the night.
Semi-demi-dammit! I've just had a call from a PR person......
I AM GOING TO SPAIN! 'More sun-block, mein Fuhrer? tomorrow we march nach Zululand?' And anti-dehydration granules an'all moosh! Sweet Jesu! in a month I'll look like a withered rosehip with all the energy of an onanistic squid. And an acid temper to match.
All my scenes are al fresco and my costume: lacy, silk shirt with stock, long brocade waistcoat, velvet pantaloons & hose + high-heeled buckled shoes and all topped with a very tight velvet frock-coat well... it's ideal in 120 degrees innit?
To be continued. Gotta go. May your mad gods bless you.