Manfat Voodoo

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The first line of this poem refers to the passing of their beloved drummer Potts. When they visited his flat after his death the was a drum skin on the window sill with these words written on it.

 

Play better you twat,

Were the words that

Settled into the spiritual reunion

Of skins and things that fly us in

To where we are

To come so far

Just to begin

Every one of them blessed mad gigs

Drew ‘em in

To listen for the first time

To all we were

Along a new line

All that happening

Fighting mad

Glad rag

Magic bag

Of what has always been

“Us to you”

Manfat voodoo

 

 

 

I also fondly recall those Rosedale years with Manfat too. The band already playing and then realising Dav had disappeared. What-do-we-do looks turned from puzzlement to amazement when Dav started singing well almost screaming from the top of a tour bus outside in the field then sliding effortlessly off all the way down to the ground and flying in the door (with a moonwalk spot) still singing straight onto the stage. Kinda van surfin.