Aaaaw, that ever delightful Foghorn Leghorn imitator has gone bowed out of the race.  Maybe he'll go back to this gig, leading the "Guadalajara National Philharmonic".  This label is out of San Diego, I didn't know that Fred was my homie.  He should grow the moustache back...

I fled Him, down the nights and down the days;
I fled Him, down the arches of the years;
I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways
Of my own mind; and in the mist of tears
I hid from Him, and under running laughter ...
                                                                                                                 Francis Thompson

A misfit Catholic from a time and a place where just being Catholic made you a misfit, Francis Thompson lived a down and out life in London's late 1800's.   An opium addict, failed doctor and failed priest who found his savior in many forms, down many an odd avenue, his story is simply fascinating.  He died Nov 13th 1907 from TB, his later years spent nursing himself after  the disappearance of his muse and savior, a prostitute who had been housing and supporting him.

 

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I stumbled upon these two LPs a few years ago, upon dropping the needle I was instantly taken by the period piece quality to the service on the 1st.  Transistor organ, call and response hymnals, talk of vibrations and colors...Who were these people??  Ann Davies cuts an interesting figure on the 1st LP- a somewhat androgynous and harsh looking leader of an esoteric group that was at one time based in my then neighborhood of Highland Park...I'd have to look into it...