Oh peace beard sounding louder
Glide on my peace beard
Come on now peace beard
Yes, peace beard holy roller
Everyone jump on my peace beard
Come on now peace beard… Cat Stevens, Peace Beard
I have been chasing this Perth Worst for a very long time. In about 1982 I had Graeme Turner as a Language & Culture tutor, where his most memorable words to us largely gormless first years were, “I’m not trying to convert you to Communism – not that it would do you any harm…” He is now to be found at the University of Queensland, and from time to time on Radio National, if the topic were to be say, “Kylie Minogue, a new paradigm, or hegemony in hotpants?” or “Ray Martin, post Grampsciist or complete cunt?”. I remember that Graeme’s folk album Puzzle Ring once littered the bargain bins, in the early 1980s, but was unable to find a copy until today. In fact it’s almost impossible to even find a mention of it.
Could I really have forgotten he had carved his beard and mo into a fucking peace symbol! How could I have forgotten that?! How could a peace beard have faded so quickly from the scene? Even Doug Parkinson wouldn’t have had the kahunas for that. I’m thinking that beard must have seen a lot of action. Who could resist “Not only do I have an album out baby, but cop the beard. Riding this beard just once is worth fifty freedom marches.”
I’m half tempted to plait my pubes into the first few verses of “War, what is it good for?” And the back cover? Shouldn’t the left one hang lower?