
He was a fine Beatle, a transcendent songwriter, and a true and caring citizen of Eath.

He was a fine Beatle, a transcendent songwriter, and a true and caring citizen of Eath.
Alas, the man who opened Woodstock in electrifying acoustic is no more. Richie Havens could sing from the innards like no other. And who can forget that camera angle that revealed that he had no upper teeth?
In the movie I’M NOT THERE, Mr. Havens has a wonderful cameo, on a front porch, jamming Dylan with two buddies. It’s a great part of that great movie.
Here are the words to the triple acrostic:
Roused the crowd at Woodstock: aah
In fine, graveled voice–voila
Chords acoustic–delta-V
Helped deliver Soul-Ohs FREE
Interp-cepting Geo [Harrison] & [Bob] Dylan
Easily dispatched Love’s villains
Delta-V is mathspeak for “change of velocity.”
Here’s hoping Mr. Haven’s Heaven includes a Choir Invisible that is vocal as all get-out.
Yesterday I was hurting for time. My shift ended at 7am. I grabbed a few hours of sleep. Midafternoon, off to Cottonwood and then Yavapai College with my lovely Girlfriend; my class ended after 8 and we rolled into the driveway about 9. My journal page, which I’ve done daily without fail every day of 2013, was undone. Could I do it? Yes, but it would be a “filler” issue. Yes, but it would be KILLER DILLER filler–hey, there’s my Triple Acrostic!
(Anyone remember George Harrison’s “Polythene Pam”? “She’s killer diller when she’s dressed to the ‘ilt…”)
For the illustration, a lot of things easily morphable to Filler, Sorry about that, Phil Donahue, Fuller Brush Man, Filet Mignon, and buckminsterfullerene, you wonderful substance, you.
If you can’t make heads nor tails out of the words, remember: it’s filler. On the other hand, if you see beauty, profundity, and wisdom there, remember: it isn’t ANY old filler. It’s Killer Diller Filler.
PS RIP Phyllis Diller, from a fan.