Showing posts with label Jaco Pastorius. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jaco Pastorius. Show all posts

Thursday, 25 September 2014

Remark You Made - Jaco Again

He played the leader to cover me. I cannot remember why. At that time we still had no enough reliable people as far I can remember and he sacrified his life to make a chance on keeping Theresa alive in Portugal. He was trained on personal level but there was no other protection that caused his murder in hospital.
"And don't ever hit a child ot a woman." - he said - "Cause I did."
He tortured his children. He did what was done to him. But he was one of the very first ones who admitted it immediately and he asked help what to do about it, how to make it right. He asked me. I was the leader or I had become the leader at that time. He just jumped in and understanded and egreed in my goals and statements. He trusted my analysis. Pet Metheny made fun of him and they where agains him with John Mclaughlin and others too. These fucks still work against us all. Chick too. Those who would turn died. Keith Jarret and many others. Some of them is not dead just had to disappear and we helped them to start a new life. But they cannot play again.
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Jaco, Jaco.
"Mit tegyek? Hogy tegyem jóvá?"
"Mondd el neki. Mondj el neki mindent. Mindent amit csak tudsz. Amit nem tudsz arról hagyj neki emlékeztetőt, majd megérti később."
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Anglia rohad tovább szédületes tempóban. Kár értük.
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De jó lett volna ezt a stratégiai szintet együtt elérni. Jaco, Chip, apám és én bográcsozhatnénk mint régen valahol a dzsungelben vagy a szteppén... röhögnénk a sok hülye stratégán...
--- mindegy megfizettek mindenért, egyre gyengébbek vagytok s már eltitkolni sem tudjátok.

Thursday, 24 April 2014

Chicken - Jaco Pastorius - 1982

In memoriam Jaco Pastorius.
Dear Jaco. You've been just as me straight, responsible, open, curious and you could not shut your mouth up. When we first met I loved you. You where the first person in my life who understood what does it mean to be with wiped off memory. I struggled same as you and you understood me.
Unfortunatelly at that time automatism worked in the system. What Byrd told that had to be. He told you to shut up. You couldn't. He wiped your memory. You woke up and remembered again and tried to tell the others what is going on. Same as me. You've been killed to shut up and keep the dirty secrets of Byrd and the Circus in the dark. Byrd didn't waste such quality thinkers like you but you haven't been trained how to fight well.
And you helped me. We started to use backlinks, memory reminders for each other. One of these was Chicken:


It reminded me about a band whcich was called together by me in Hungary called CPG (Come on Punk Group - also backlink to Jaco's song "Come on Come over") and one party when I demonstrated the power of blood used to alter the human subconsiuosness in a set frame (concert). A chiken was slaughtered on that concert. Güzü remembers this event (hungarian).

Güzü remembering to the "chicken" party in Budapest in Squere Kozák: