Soft Machine
1967

Lineage = definitely unknown
Captured by: ?
Info text by: lg1

This is really a strange clip. 
I don't the "Quintarete" tv channel exists anymore. 
This is what strange, private, italian broadcasting corporations sometimes play at the strangest 
of the hours in order to fill their tv programs. 
Of course you never come to know what will be played next, so it's really a matter of luck to 
catch gems like this. 
Anyway this is very interesting. 
I'd like to talk with the guy who originally captured this, just to know when did he record it 
and what the rest of the transmission was about. 
I can't quite remember where did I got this from, probably EzT last year but I noticed that is 
one of the most shared Softs vids around the P2P world. 
I have done my best to translate what the voiceover is saying, and here it is:  
  
"I write the music. No. Not true. I don't write the music, I play the noises. Noise. 
I continuosly talk. It doesn't matter what I say because, thinking about it, nothing's worth a 
stewed leg, as Picasso teaches. My son is called Sam, he's one year old, and he's just like me. 
He loves doin' the same things I do, for instance, to play drums, to eat, and girls. 
We've got the same tastes. He loves all the girls I love. 
He's got exactly  the same tastes I have. I see an empty staircase in these pictures. 
I see 4 billion hairs. A telephone. I see many things. Four people. 
I think they play in the Soft Machine orchestra. What's happening? No more many things. 
I see them. But there's just three of them still playing. Quite interesting."