Music – Frantisek [Francis] Sahula: punk rocker,rebel,legend of the Czech music scene,also played in the US and Europe. A hard-living wencher and drinker,a survivor - till he was miserably murdered this week. Posted In Memoriam of a meeting with him in a mountain hideaway where he was hiding, another divorce pending..
Good tribute Gama.....
Sorry for your loss......
Thanks DM.
It WAS a loss!
I knew Frantisek for two days but we acknowledged each other and shared our stories and it was a bond.
It totally sickened me to hear what had happened - in fact I couldn't deal with the whole story at once and it has been fed to me in small doses. Such stories are very rare here though of course there is nowhere in the world that doesn't have its own savagery and madness.
If anyone remembers my New Years video with "What a Perfect Day" and a friendly ram, this was shot at the same place in the Giant Mountains and at the same blessed time.
I really appreciate having been able to share this here on propeller - its been therapeutic to say the least and I now feel I can go back up there again, which I was really looking forward to. No Frantisek but perhaps the ram has been doing his stuff right and hasn't been sacrificed.
Thank you all for coming on board here!
You will be prayed for.
Hope you mean Sahula, not me.
At least in terms of in-memoriam prayers!
I'm planning to stick around to an EXTREMELY ancient age - and continue to be a scourge of cruelty, greed, hypocrisy and all the other assorted brands of bs!
My #1 role model [apart from the illegal stuff!]is Phil Mellman, a Wobbly, Russian Jewish immigrant to the US with no papers, who loved to ingest anything that he was offered, the more potent and illegal the better.
He visited us in NYC, from SF,CA, and I have a picture of him aged 90, holding my daughter of 90 days. He arrived using a stick but after a couple of shiatsus he left it behind and was climbing the steps from our basement to catch a cab when I realised that he didn't have it and went back to fetch it for him.
You and he will be prayed for. It's kind of like I used to think when I planned my own funeral. I wanted a party then realized that funerals were for the living as I will be at rest(hopefully).So I will let my survivors do what they want.
Mourners need strength and courage thus both get prayers.Blessings
True words, rdy. Janis J realise this, when leaving US$2,500 in her will, for friends to "party hard".
Jeez - but if her admirers were her friends it would have taken a few billion to have given them a j apiece!
But yes - the spirit was willing even if the flesh was sometimes less so..
If I'd been more into my skilful writing mode yesterday I'd have said about Frantisek that on uttering the "nothing left to lose" remark, little did I imagine that he could lose his life or some other such non-prescient disclaimer. Glad that was an afterthought.
My cool friend, any friend of yours is a friend of mine. Show me any man or woman who is without sin, and I'd merrily eat his or her shorts. I also know that countries like The Czech Republic, formed amid their former enemies. Germany, Russia, Poland, naming only three of Europe's growing countries.
Your friend spoke of truth, as it IS, not as they want us to believe. If you remember the four students giving their lives for Democracy right here in the good ol' US of A. For interesting reading, might I suggest? Kent State University? Our National Guard got carried away by all those students ranting against an illegal war in Vietnam. Their CO was told the students were "commies." Then, gave them live ammo! When seeing the "bricks" they never checked to see if in-fact those were even students in the University! Hey, don't blame my narly-ass, buckaroos. The
R.I.P. to your friend Gamahuche,and peace to you also.I choose my firends based on how they treat me and mine,not for what they do or have done,or what others think about them.I would take one REAL person with flaws than a dozen hypocritical saints any day.
Amen baddad!
Certainly the "sinners" that I've met were usually more interesting and enlightening than the "pharisees".
I also have a liking for the crazy wisdom of the Far-Eastern poets too.
Like Han Shan - or Cold Mountain, usually pictured leaning over a broom with a wicked grin on his face. Translated here by much-loved Gary Snyder:
"Thirty years ago I was born into the world.
A thousand, ten thousand miles I've roamed.
By rivers where the green grass grows thick,
Beyond the border where the red sands fly.
I brewed potions in a vain search for life everlasting,
I read books, I sang songs of history,
And today I've come home to Cold Mountain
To pillow my head on the stream and wash my ears."
Snyder was a great soul, and influence to many.
(In a more earthly frame, his concept of "bioregionalism" should be re-studied by anyone conserned with environmental preservation).
A beauty and a treasure! I had the honour of meeting him once at Green Gulch Zen Center in Marin County CA. There I reminded him that I had once spoken to him on the phone in MT when we were opening a coffee-house in Livingston and heard that he was in the neighbourhood. He refused a request to bless us with a reading at our opening.
Private visit..
Bless him!
Bless him indeed. That's a very "close" encounter, gama.
He has been, maybe still is, a practicing Zen Buddhist and has had a long and close relationship with Japan, achieving a greater insight into "the Orient" than many Westerners who've tried.
(He was here fewer than 10 years, I think, back in the late 1950s, early 1960s).
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I met Sahula just once, by "chance" at a remote pernsion in the Giant Mountains of N. Bohemia. We had just arrived and when my partner came downstairs she was astounded to find me in converstion with Sahula. That evening we needed quiet time and I shook him off but promised that we'd talk the next day - and have a few beers.
In the end it came down to his pending divorce case - another divorce - and how he could/should deal with it. He wanted words of wisdom. The best I could give him was "Freedom's Just Another Word for Nothing Left to Lose".
He failed to make his family payments, went to gaol,got into a confrontation in a pub with some villains who followed him to his country cottage and savagely murdered him.
He was not a "good" man but he was a real one and one of a kind. I raise a glass to him, and see it as half-full.
Propeller tricks!!
This belongs PRIOR to the above..
This is an In Memoriam for a Frantisek [Francis] Sahula, a legendary punk-rocker of the Czech Music scene who also played in Europe and the US. I only met him once - at a hideaway pension in an idyllic setting in the Giant Mountains of N. Bohemia.My partner disappeared upstairs for a few minutes and found me embroiled in conversation with.. "Oh my God, its Sahula!"
This is part of lyric (originally of course in Czech) of one of his song which he made in prison - Emergency Exit
Year anniversary and some girls,
It was not enough to sweep that long time.
Clock hand is running and I am looking for glass,
Perhaps fiftieth, darn it all.
Ref.: And I'm unsuccessfully looking for emergency exit,
my life has changed, perhaps you know.
I almost don't feel my heart beating,
most likely turned to stone, I'm raising glass.
Few logs to fireplace, I scratch my head,
Not even kids know who I am.
I celebrate birthday silently, maybe I will stop by tomorrow.
Golem, whose chem was taken out.
I dig whole for myself,
solitude is the punishment.
Wine heals my soul quietly.
So I'm singing you song, give it moment,
from the guy, who is rarely scared.
Thanks Opiczka, who met Frantisek and told me about his death.
A couple of notes/corrections re the above:
1) The Golem was the artificial human who was created by the famous Rabbi Low of Prague, during the reign of [Holy Roman] Emperor Rudolf 11, between the C16th & C17th. Rabbi Low, apart from being one of the greatest scholars of Kabbalah ever, was reputed to have created a living himanoid being of clay. The shem, not chem, was a plug in his forehead which was like an in/off switch. The two actually met - Rudolf was the greatest sponsor in history of alchemy and ignored the prohibitions of Rome against meeting with a Jew.
2) Next line - hole, not whole.
Finally I actually managed to watch the video properly - Frantisek is the skinny lead-guitarist, yellow t-shirt, blue trousers.
The name of the band means "Sons of the Tap-room" - as in where beer is tapped.
Glad I caught this post, gama. The video (very atmospheric) didn't make it clear who Sahula was. Now it's clear.
What a sad loss, the guy obviously had much more music to make. Both you and Opiczka keenly feel his death -- as your posts reveal.
"Glass half full" -- a good analogy.
We are all imperfect messengers of one sort or another, I feel badly to have been introduced to his music at this late date (though thankful as well, better late than never). Thanks Gamahuche and Opickza for sharing your joy over the music and grief over it's end. Fantastic lyrics. Direct and real.