Celebrating 40 years of the World's Best Rock and Roll! Vanilla Fudge! Since 1967 "1967 is the year that actually marked the millennium. Time assigned as of Christ's birth commenced its count thirty-three years later, upon his 'death'; 2000 - 33 = 1967. Hence, the immense millennial change then occured. Regardless of time's illusion, 1967 is clear the year when the 60's permafirmly set inevitable effect into perpetual motion. 'The dawning of the age...', Sergeant Pepper released, the Summer of Love. The inception of the Vanilla Fudge. Music's message, through the megatransformer, Vanilla Fudge, was infused with power yet unknown. Arrangement innovated as composition. Commitment, artistry, profound sound since. Cultural Evolutionaries. A quartet of virtuosos, master musicians, a boys' choir: Mark the Maestro; Timmy the Baryshnikov of Bass; Carmine, the Olympian; Vinny, the Guitar Czar; they endure as an unparallelled phenomenon, historically unique, indelibly influential; then, 40 years later, and....forevermore."  - Carl O. DeAngelis  ("composer" of the original Vanilla Fudge Symphony on Renaissnce)   Forevermore by Carl O. DeAngelis We the Free, need only be, for all to see; Libertine. 'Democracy' Hypocrisy; Irony, Guillotine. Ignore War. Export Support, jeans, genes, and movie scenes. Rock 'n Roll Soul. Marble corridors, mortared quarters, barked orders over borders; mimicked mindless mantras, quickly quoted quips. Men with no lips purport and sport 'authority'; play their way by politricks on hanger ons, automatons, they tell and sell, "for you, are we", winking, "what's in it for me?" Our planet's plague, tribal triumph, tribal war. Pride or profit, What's it for? Ideology, the false, the true? Its cost exceeds our last value. Lefts cry cooperate, Rights call compete. Both we'll need to succeed, when Prophecy and History meet. Ice melting, Earth quaking, Euphrates Hades, making waking. Where reared the Heads of the Beast, and tempted Kings of the East, Ignorance, Arrogance to the final fatal folly ran. Hell can't compel nor quell it there, where it all began. Empire comes, some may go. Foretold of old need not be so. Reverse the curse, Hear the Silence. The Universe Evolves from violence.   Souls filed in line await to live this life, incarnate. Water wears the rock to dust. Patience, Faith, Time and Trust. Music's muse moves the masses, sculpts culture, crosses classes. Waves of change, higher cause; more potent power than all Lands' laws. Conspicuous consumers, later bloomers, Baby Boomers: Remember Heaven; Love's as it was In '67. Oarsmen who would innovate, craft the raft if this be fate. Twelfth month, twelfth year, sail as not that fear be near. Govern ourselves, an attainable creed? If so, self-government we don't need. Eye to the sky: a space race? Or, maybe if, just in case, He'll be comin' round again, back in town, again. 'Til then, The Pluribus remains the Reality, so, The Unum still stays the Dream. The Free cannot be Governed, no, The Governed cannot be Free. ©2007 Carl O. DeAngelis

 

. The Original Vanilla Fudge Symphony 1968
FIRST MOVEMENT This sphere is near to being done or being one The Perpetual Inconceptual is and silently awaits awareness from we the people in order to form a more perfect The neurosis nucleus must be made vestigal so the raw flaw legacy will be a mutation in the new habitation All ones shall softly quietly express the image of the asexual ultimate while floating through beauty love and peace ...more than you will know So-so, So-so Cleanse before the angel falls Wall of walls	.	THIRD MOVEMENT Consciousness expansion a reprimand where is the consciousness to expand To say and do both is a difficult game where is the one who's both are the same Looks aren't deceiving when vibrations are seen but looks are just looking Through a translucent screen The pulpit of music is leading the way for all who will listen to the silent next day Is where it's at really known where it isn't must be shown This place has its place not to be confused by presuming all and that all has been used A beautiful person is a beautiful thought a living soul unhung uncaught
SECOND MOVEMENT Pretty people born of passion competing defeating is inevitable fashion Taught so well until it's too late all the wrongs to accumulate Who was it that said our primary need is before we are dead we have to succeed Success in itself must be one's own Peace in the head when completely alone A partner doubles all that there is but look in the mirror what is hers or his Nothing is something and something is nothing the mixture is for later on Until then continue how breathing air must do for now		FOURTH MOVEMENT An art form has risen from St. John and St. Paul St. George and St. Ringo spreading to all slowly moved by its gentle growth disciples compelled overwhelmed and possessed joining together in doing the best Following following not knowing how far Jim's special friend the avatar Where we are going not where we have been error's showing "Let us begin" Hi Ho Silver - AWAY CATHARSIS
.	.By Carl DeAngelis ©copyright 1968