Mike Evangelist put together a sort of teaser for the Living Collaboration project. It’s just a few random clips from the show, but it will give you an idea of the nice video he’ve got to work with.

(Note, the audio is NOT what the finished show will sound like; this clip just has the audio from the built-in mics of one of the cameras. We’ve got awesome 8-channel audio direct from the stage which is being mixed and mastered by Peter Robinson, that will ultimately be used.)

PS. The DVD of this show is now available. Order here.

Living Collaboration teaser:

Thanx to Scott Rode (see his comment below) for this audience video of the show:

Director: Jamie Wadhawan
Writer: Jamie Wadhawan
Release Date: 1969 (UK)
Genre: Documentary

Cast:
William S. Burroughs … Himself
Davy Graham … Himself
Jim Haynes … Narrator
R.D. Laing … Himself
Shawn Philips … Himself
Feliks Topolski … Himself
Alexander Trocchi … Himself

Original Music by:
Davy Graham
Shawn Philips

Cinematography by:
Richard Pratt

Film Editing by:
Jamie Wadhawan

 Runtime: 27 min
Country: UK
Language: English
Color: Color

Plot:

A film about Alexander Trocchi, the poet and writer. Part of the film was made at the old Arts Laboratory and includes a discussion with William Burroughs. A portrait of Alexander Trocchi, covering his history as a writer, his interest in drugs, his family life, and ‘Sigma’, the organisation he founded to bring together like-minded people.

 
Here is a part of the film where Shawn sing “Withered Roses”
with Davy Graham on guitar:

I have lived a life of leisure,
I have rendered unto Ceaser,
I have spent some days in a total craze and I just can’t find the reason,
but I’ll make my path through the world of wrath, and I’ll find me some cohesion
but along the way, I have to say, I know that we are legion

Take the Day
To the shadowed ground of chaos, Alabama to south Laos,
we have seen the ragged fury, of humanity, and it’s usury,
inflicted on the masses with a sense of utter crassness,
by men without a vision, who never feel contrition,
abandoning compassion for the sake of shallow fashion,
senseless intervention, in a world too poor to mention,
with a silent apprehension, in the simplest convention,
in a way of life without much strife, and a modest malintention,
can we find the tools and make some rules as to who gets all the bounty,

Take The Day

I have seen the face of wonder, I have shivered in the thunder,
I have felt the pain under evils gain, and it’s rent my life asunder,
but I’ll rise above with the help of love, and my friends of many colors,
but along the way I have to say, there are so many others,

Take the day

There is calibrated madness, in the mind of all fanatics,
and God’s not great when he’s used with hate, to kill with vicious tactics,
and a faith is interrupted, a religion full corrupted,
by jealous men and cowards, killing children by the hundreds,
who have no choice of living, by beings unforgiving,
who live in rage, want to change the age, and make our lives a misery,
to make us live their visions, theological collisions,
and you got no choice, and you can’t rejoice, in the joy of simply living,
but I have to say, that’s not the way God wants us to behave,

Now Take The Day

Nobody’s gonna call me honey, for my multitudes of money,
I don’t do coke, but I’m still broke, and I sing to all and sundry,
for 40 years I’ve shed my tears, and tried to make it funny,
but along the way, I’m glad to say, I’ve made it more than sunny,

Take The Day

Soon the energy is waneing, but the mind is set on gaining,
if we stop the war waged on the poor, we might have some acclaiming,
and the practice of collusion, might we stop this vile intrusion,
and I see some emendation, for the rules of any nation,
are in order for the future, as to how and when we use her,
this tiny earth, of shallow girth, will never be a loser,
and winning is a concept, that rules our very mindset,
an epiphany of mercy, that urgently concerns me,
we have to say, that loves the way, to stop this
bloody mayhem,

Take The Day

Dedicated to the memory of Theo Coetzee

Skies of blue
Mountains view
Oceans wide
Deep inside

If you want to soar away you have to let the beauty stay

Thunder in the distance rain is in the air,
Shallow is the mind that does not care

Passing in existence running with the dance,
Everything we do you know we take that chance

Like a bird that’s on the wing a wondrous sense of life to sing,
Singing to the far off fires and all to which our lives aspire,
Racing, embracing the light

(Chorus)

And all the tides are cycles of the cascades of our souls desires,
We bring to life a melody that wills us through our hearts empires

It almost seems the tides of man are drifting with the heavens sands,
Out in space to the farthest star, only then will we know that we are

Skating on the edge of an endless night,
Cradle to the grave calling on our might

Never fatalistic open your eyes,
If we go ballistic it’s our own demise

If your heart is full of fear you’ll never get your mind to clear

Anger is the enemy peace is far away,
If you are intolerant you have no say

Liars are abundant money is the hunt,
Love is on the outside and never upfront

Now a world of harmony could yet still be our destiny,
Frontiers fall within ourselves reflecting what our hearts will tell,
Aiming acclaiming the light

(Chorus)

Stargazer
Will you tell me where my heart is now a place
Of sifting dunes, and shifting moons, a mindless timeless space
Spade of ace, forthcoming card, that will not, will not pass me by
You know you’ve got to try, you’re a Stargazer
You work for the love of all mankind and when you’re done you look and find
A love so fair that you could bear, but that’s your one and only care as Stargazer

You were standing there in pink and blue as sky,
With amber dewdrops dangling down above the softest sigh
With Cambridge vows, while Merlin prowls
The drinker does not cry you know he’s got to try you’re a Stargazer

‘Bout knowing scenes, and ships of dreams that never had a sail
You know you’ve got to wail, you’re a Stargazer
You work for the love of all mankind and when you’re done you look and find
A love so fair that you could bear, but that’s your one and only care as Stargazer

Well there woman
talkin’ ’bout my woman
walk down the street with your head held high
don’t come near me babe I’ll make you cry
My woman
talkin’ ’bout my woman yeah yeah
woman’s made to please her man
lord you know mine understands
My woman
talkin’ ’bout my woman yeah yeah
yes you look at me with a cool gray stare
and then you’re gone in a puff a air
My woman
talkin’ ’bout my woman yeah yeah
woman’s made to please her man
lord you know mine understands
My woman
talkin’ ’bout my woman yeah
yeah, I work so hard and I sweat all day
just to give my woman some of my pay
so she can go on out and a be real nice
and a feel like
woman on a summers day now
woman on a summers day now
woman on a summers day now
don’t you know she’s that way now
don’t you know she’s that way now
woman on a summers day now
woman on a summers day

Release date: 20 June 1966 (UK)
Rated NR
Parental Rating: Objectionable for children
Country Of Origin: U.K.
Running Time: 95
Format: Black & White
Genre(s): Drama
Production Co(s).: GEFD

Credits
Director: Lindsay Shonteff
Writer: Jeremy Craig Dryden
Producer: James Ward
Musical director:  Philip Martell
Music: Shawn Phillips

Cast
Francesca Annis: Jean Parker
Sean Caffrey: Frank Hiller
Shawn Phillips: Paul Walton
Jack Smethurst: Bernie
George Pastell: Lennie
Sheena Campbell: Sue
Mark York: Tony
Leslie Lawton: Steve

Posters:
   

Country of Origin: USA
Year: 1991(VHS), 2006 (DVD)
Running Times: 76 mins
Format: colour

CREDITS

PRODUCTION
Production Company: Concorde-New Horizons
Executive Producer: Roger Corman
Producer: Mike Elliott
Co-Producer: Catherine Cyran

CAST
Don ‘The Dragon’ Wilson [Walker]
Meg Foster [Nancy]
Chris Penn [Bang]
Eb Lottimer [Hynes]
Al Ruscio [Kraner]
Jeff Pomerantz [Howard]
Linda Dona [Tye]
Shawn Phillips [Two-1]
Ryan MacDonald [Peter]
Hayden Conner [Elana]
Dana Lee [Dr Sado]
Joe Mays [Farney]
William Utay [Dr Turner]
Fred Scott [Gus]
Brenda Bolte [bartender]
Caroline Cornell [Gomez]
Beach Dickerson [hotel clerk]
Loyda Ramos [clerk]
Debbie James [New Body announcer]
Leslie Drews [Jana]
Rodger Hall [cyberpunk]
Jeff Langston [Andrews]
Maria Ford [dancer]
Brian Gregory [vagrant with ring]
William Widmaier [Laserblade champion]
Ellen G. Statham [Laserblade loser]

SUMMARY

In the near future, a large corporation is running an illegal but lucrative black market trade in human body parts. One man discovers their secret and sets about putting a stop to it. ( Complete plot )

SCRIPT
Script: Catherine Cyran, Damian Klaus

DIRECTION
Director: Damian Klaus

PHOTOGRAPHY
Director of Photography: Ken Arlidge
Additional Photography: Christian Sebaldt
2nd Unit Director of Photography: Christian Sebaldt
Grip: Ralph Scherer

EDITING AND POST PRODUCTION
Editor: Richard Gentner

MUSIC
Music: Stan Ridgway

MAKE UP AND COSTUMES
Key Make Up: Kathleen Karridene
Assistant Make Up: Peter Christopher
Costume Designer: Jami Burrows

VISUAL EFFECTS
Miniature Effects: Apollo Effects Ltd

DESIGN AND SET CONSTRUCTION
Production Designer: Johan Le Teneux
Art Director: Colin De Rouin
Set Decorator: Regina O’Brien
Lead Painter: Chris Barnes

STUNTS
Fight Choreographer: Paul Maslak

AVAILABILITY

USA
Video Distributors: New Horizons Home Video

CENSORSHIP HISTORY

USA
Rating: R

ALTERNATIVE TITLES

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In the fullness of our lifetimes, the emptiness of goals,
We will strive to make perfection, we’ll run aground on many shoals
some will try to be conformist, others find out what is strange
but in the order of this chaos, some things will never change

‘Tween sea and sky we spend our time, all cycles writ in stone,
from birth to death we play our roles, carried through with flesh and bone,
while some stay put and never move, now others roam the range,
but in the order of this chaos, some things will never change

Through the wonders of perception, we question time and space,
we grapple with the issues, but never that of grace,
in seeking God we kill ourelves, I find this so deranged,
but in the order of this chaos, some things will never change

He said the times are changing, twas but a superficial act,
the face of man will never shift, so violent his pact,
yet born to love and knowing this, he chooses to estrange,
but in the order of this chaos, some things will never change

Of being human cast aside, we look into our face,
reflections in our mirrored souls, our final resting place,
we must believe in tolerance, and somehow to arrange,
that in the order of this chaos, some things will never change

The cry of birth, the rise of sun, the waning of the moon,
the pass of breath, the still of death, will come to all too soon,
but life imparts a strength of force, which we cannot explain,
but in the order of this chaos, some things will never change

The stars innate defiance, of distances untold,
of life to be discovered, of love to yet unfold,
the myriad millenia will pass like tears in rain,
but in the order of this chaos, some things will never change.

    As we see it now, it overrides our lives like color unto drab
There is no earthly concern other than aquisition
The important issues lanquish into apathy
It’s hard to say
What’s so important about avarice in existence?
They’re both a form of greed, we live to kill, and kill to live
Why can’t we understand,…they both lead to freedom
Freedom from greed, is that bliss?
Freedom from existance, is that serenity?
We can’t even define those five words.
Someone give me a definition of existence.
Serenity in existence…now that’s interesting,
I’m greedy for serenity, yet everything around me that has to do with
Humanity, says I must’nt be serene.
No, I have to be productive for society, otherwise it will fall apart.
That’s what they tell me, but….
If I try to produce serenity in other human beings, I will be severly
Reprimanded, and they will do everything they can to make my existence,
Non-existence.
Invisibility!
Oh! He’s just another fool that thinks what goes on inside,
Is more important than what I can see outside of myself.
What’s more important than myself?…Yet at the same time,
What’s so frightening?…About myself?
It’s imperative I remain outside myself,
Otherwise, I will have to face myself.
Oh my god, it’s full of stars!
And it goes on forever!
Oh my stars, it’s full of god!
And forever it goes!
No, no, I can’t handle that.
It’s too dark in there!
Did you ever hear the word entropy?
The stars go out real fast in human beings.
When I was little, I remember it replete with galaxies of binaries,
And nebulae, and novas, and suns, and systems, and stars upon stars, And shifting colors, and bands of streaking iridescence…but,
Little by little they started going out, when they kept telling me,
You only go round once, so go for the gusto, ’cause when you die,
It all goes black!
Forever!
Bullshit!
If you believe that, then you can join the crowd of absolute idiots,
Unmitigating cretins, that live to kill.
They think they’re getting rid of us,
Us unbelievers,
It would be a good idea, if they would fall into one of their own suns,
One of these days.
Get burnt by the radiance of themselves!
That’ll teach’em!
Then they can teach us.