As T.S. Eliot portentously opined: April is the cruelest month.
Apparently someone once pulled an April Fools' Day joke on him too.
What's really sad is I saw this one coming almost before I finished reading it, so my burgeoning excitement was tempered by the lesser but wiser angels of my cynicism. A quick Google check confirmed the farce: there is no Captain Beefheart reunion in the making. Stuff like this is, alas, way too good to ever be true:
The legendary Captain Beefheart, whose last foray into the music industry was in 1982, has recorded a new album and will be reconvening his Magic Band to tour behind it…The opening act is to be P.J. Harvey…in recent years, P.J. Harvey and Beefheart somehow struck up a correspondence and established a kind of confidante-mentor relationship. There's no official word from either artist's camp whether or not this had anything to do with the good Captain's re-emergence, but certainly Harvey's encouragement and support didn't hurt.
And while I would pay money to see the good Captain anytime, anywhere, I would be delighted to simply know that he is doing well and enjoying life. For Christ's sake, for all the joy he has provided to so many of us, the least Fate can do is smile on the man and let him find ease and comfort in his old(er) age. Hell, while we're at it, let him be happy. Reunion or not, I'm quite content to return to Beefheart's albums as often as possible. And really, what better day to celebrate Don Van Vliet than April Fools' Day?
Captain Beefheart - "Dropout Boogie"