This is the 3rd and final installment of the Fan Club - Fantasy Ring
Booklet. This issue was produced in September 1977, with many of the fans from the 70's
contributing to it with poems, drawings and stories. Cat himself contributed two drawings
in this issue as well. Not to mention there are a few rare photographs of Cat, which I
have never seen before. Please enjoy this Fantasy Ring. Majicat would like to once again
give a big hand to our anonymous contributor for supplying these wonderful
magazine to place on Majicat for everyone to view..
represented in this book are:
- Terry O'Neil
- John Paul
- Laurens van Houten
- Peter Simon
- 1977 Volume 3
- page 1 & 2
Well, after hours of
pouring over all your contributions, here is the final selection! Thank you all for
sending in the poems, pictures and stories. They have all been very much appreciated and I
am sorry that we are, after all, only able to use so few. But keep sending them in as we
like to have plenty to choose from each time the Fantasy Ring Book is due to be published.
Im sorry if it seems a long time to wait for each onebelieve it or not we have
been working on this since March! First of all we get everything together, then we all
decide what should be includedalways difficult, that, as there is so much we would
like to put in. Then we have to have up to date photographs of Steve, then we have to try
to get Steve to find five minutes to do something of his own to give it an extra special
touch.., and now it's September and we are still working on it!
This time we are having a
nameless Fantasy Ring Book, just for a change. Steve illustrated Reflections
(1) and "Bird in Flight," and chose the photos of himself that he
thought youd like to see. He also had all the ideas for the centre page news spread.
He wanted to do more but is so busy with work that there just wasnt time. Anyway,
Im sure youll appreciate his efforts.
Thank you all very much for
your letters throughout the past few months. I am sorry that I cant reply in as much
detail as I would like to and in the way that the letters deserve, but it really would
take much too long! Your news is always very welcome and read with interest, so do keep on
By the time this finally
hatched by the printers, you will probably have had your summer holidays
Ive done a personal summer view of London on the back page to give you an
idea of another city hope you like it.
Very best wishes to all
of you and good luck!
- Fantasy Ring Secretary
- page 3 & 4
Cat Stevens was born on
2lstJuIy 1948 in London. The youngest of three children, he was christened Steven Demetre
Georgiou. Together with his brother David and his sister Anita, he lived above his
parents restaurant, "The Moulin Rouge," just around the corner from the
British Museum. His mothers Swedish, his father Cypriot. His real dream was to
become a famous painter like his Uncle Hugo in Sweden. He spent most of his time drawing
cartoons and building little guillotines late into the night.
When he was 10 years old,
he first heard Laurie Londons version of Hes Got The Whole World In His
Hands" and decided (with the help of his brother) that stardom was his destiny. That
idea was quite short lived. It took another 4years before he thought about it again. At
that time an African musical, King Kong," had opened at the Shaftesbury Theatre
opposite his fathers restaurant. He got to know the cast and was always found
hanging about the stage door.
When he was 15, his nights
were spent knocking around Soho, roaming between clubs and back-street alley bars. Around
that time, his father had given him enough money to buy his first guitar.
Leaving school at 16, he
was lucky enough to find a space at Hammersmith Art School. Folk music began to influence
him, and he was spending most of his day practicing Leadbelly licks on the stairs. The Art
School dismissed him. For a year, he haunted publishing houses and agents, until he
managed to bump into Mike Hurst, who had a friend with enough faith and spare cash to back
his first single "I Love My Dog." In the first pop phase of his remarkable
career he became rich, a phenomenal success and while still in his teens, he had to face
up to the complex pressures experienced as a result.
Then an unexpected tragedy
bundled him out of the limelight. He caught Tuberculosis and spent a year recuperating
from the illness. But enforced layoff gave him the space he needed to evolve and develop
what was to become a unique style. He began to write the songs for Mona Bone Jakon. This
was followed by the release of Tea For The Tillerman and Cat Stevens was
established as one of the leading lyrical forces of his time. He epitomized the Gentle
Thinking Man who has touched the child in all of us.
Today he talks with the
fervour of someone who has been through fire to find his identity.
- page 5 & 6
LOOK AT ME
- The sophisticated bearded fello,
- in an English bankers clothes.
- Watch strapped tightly to his arm,
- Ask the time, he knows.
- Run on down to the bus stop,
- Faster than his second hand.
- What is it that fills all his free time,
- But the tales, that cannot stand.
- When he loved me, the gloomy disco shone
- His eyes speaking, said Id be the only
- When they spoke.
- A curiou on my shelf was he.
- Precious and lovingly
- Look at me,
- What, in my eyes, did you see.
- This lady loved you. Free.
- Youre not the hard, cold man you try
- INTO YOUR HEART
- Into your house,
- Small pebbles in a pond.
- Gardens In Japan.
- A few small stairs into your house
- Into your room,
- Worlds of white around me,
- And one are we,
- Into your room.
- Into your heart,
- Moonchildren in love.
- One are we, I long for us to be,
- To let me into your heart.
- page 7 & 8
- Come taste the wine
- And with your hand in mine
- Come catch the rainbow.
- In the meadow bright with flowers
- Well tread the grass
- Through all the shadows,
- And pass into the house
There were a few stars left
in the early morning sky, blinking wanly as they slowly disappeared from view.
The peace of the
still-sleeping glade was disturbed by the frantic hum emanating from a large spherical
object hovering above the forest. With a convulsive shudder, the object dipped and spun,
crashing heavily to earth in a cloud of dust. Frightened birds burst in nervous song as
they flew to safety. Two forms lay still on the cool grass amid the twisted wreckage yards
apart, where the impact had thrown them.
Morning turned to
afternoon, sunlight playing on the unmoving forms, dancing through the leaves and forming
shadows as the small animals curiously studied the objects which had fallen from the sky
He awoke in a daze, trying
to remember what had happened and where he was. As his mind cleared, he looked about him,
getting his bearings and surveying the destruction. Suddenly he saw a shape coming toward
him and he jumped to his feet.
He gazed upon her as she
walked through the trees, marvelling again at her beauty. As she reached his side, she
read the love in his eyes and raised his hand to her lips.
They stood together in
silence, their heads turned upward. They wore suits with a metallic sheen. Her long golden
hair glinted in the sunlight, framing her small oval face. It contrasted his close-cropped
dark hair, which accentuated his fine features.
Both were lithe and moved
easily over uneven ground, following a barely discernible path. The quiet was unbroken but
for their muted footsteps as they made their way on the carpet of leaves strewn about the
forest floor. They walked for hours, each lost in their own thoughts until they came to a
She looked up at him with
trust in her eyes as her hand enclosed the shimmering disc suspended on the chain which
encircled her throat. She motioned to him that she was ready, and he clasped the companion
disc he wore. By unspoken assent they pressed the crystal pyramid in the centre of the
discs and they instantly vanished into nothingness.
- page 9 & 10
An In-Depth Inverview with
by Fox Harris
The directions were
complicated to say the least. I was to turn right after I saw in the sky a gleam of white
It took four hours for
me just to turn right. I was nor, in the land of Free Love & Goodbye Goodbyes
echoed all around me and those who werent saying goodbye were engaged. I was to find
the Home Where All Mums Can Sing. I heard singing from a Silver Pagoda surrounded
by 100 and 8 clouds. I approached. I knocked. I entered. Magic tricks were performed for
me. Banapple Gas given to me and then he approached in Karate pants, bare feet, a Dunhill
cigarette in his mouth, bare-chested but wearing a vest, a gold chain around his neck. I
sat. I sat and here is what followed:
- FOX: Now Cat, can you tell us what exactly
youre trying to say in your music?
- CAT: Ive gotta show the world,
worlds got to see. See all the love, love thats in me.
- FOX: And do you think you are succeeding?
- CAT: Oh Im on my way I know I am.
- FOX: I see (cough). It certainly has helped
your record sales, wouldnt you say?
- CAT: Well, I think I found a way to help
make myself richer.
- FOX: Yknow, youve developed into
one of the most original and personal artists of the Seventies.
- CAT: Yes Im being followed by a
- FOX: Moonshadow?
- CAT: Moonshadowmoonshadow.
- FOX: I see. Ive read, Cat, that you
once had had a bad bout with TB but that youve completely recovered, and due to this
youve had time to discover the spiritual question inside yourself. Is that correct?
- CAT: All I know is alt I feel right now. I
feel the power growing in my hair.
- FOX: Your father is Greek, your
mother Swedish. Strange combination. What sort of childhood did you have?
- CAT: They brang us up.
- FOX: How fascinating, and was there any one
thing that influenced your early life?
- CAT: Mary dropped her pants by the sand, and
let a parson come and take her hand.
- FOX. Yes. Well (cough). Your songs
seem to encompass many subjects, from love to father and son relationships to world
conditions. World conditions seem to be fairly had right now. What do you think?
- CAT: wo wo
- FOX: Uh, could you elaborate?
- CAT: Well I know weve come a long
way, were changing day to day, but tell me, where d th chldrn
- FOX: Do you think there is a solution? What
do you think we can do to change these conditons?
- CAT: Take a look at the world
- Think about how it will end
- Thered be no wars in the world
- If everybody joined in the band
- Think about the light in your eyes
- Think about what you should know
- Thered be no wars in the world
- If everybody joined in the show.
- Oh Oh.
- FOX: Thats a very nice thought, I must
say. But, to change the subject: are you yourself at this minute searching for anything new
in your life?
- CAT: Im looking for a hard headed
woman. One who will take me for myself.
- FOX: Finding the right person, especially in
your position. I imagine that could be a rather hard goal to achieve.
- CAT: I know a lot of fancy
- FOX: hmmm, yes. At any rate, youre now
about to release your eighth album?
- CAT: Oh I cant keep it in.
Cant keep in in. Oh.
- FOX: Mona Bone Jakon, Tea For The Tillerman,
- And The Firecate, Catch Bull At Four,
- Buddha and the Chocolate Box, Cat Stevens
Greatest Hits, and now Numbers.
- CAT: Oh but the song carries on -so holy.
- FOX: Of course, well, How do you feel about
your new album, Numbers?
- CAT: New music, music, new music.
- FOX: I see, Well, Cat, our time seems to be
running out. Do you have any advice for aspiring musicians?
- CAT: Stay close to your friends up until the
- And when they know that you feel the same
- Rise up and be free and die happily
- And in this way you will awake.
- FOX: Well, its been really rice
talking to you.
- CAT: Dont think too long.
- (And as the sun set on his quiet
Brazilian hideaway, he got up , went to the door, turned slowly and looking directly at me ,
he said .)
- Jus call me Jzero
- page 11 & 12
- page 13 & 14
Steve is at the moment busy
producing the Album for his brother Davids Musical.
The Album, which is in its
final stages, should be released early next year. "Child For A Day," one of the
songs on Izitso is taken from the musical.
The stage show of the
musical should be presented alongside the album in London or New York City details of
which we will let you have as soon as possible.
** * * * * **
By the end of the
year Steve is hoping to start recording another album for release Spring/Summer of 1978.
He has recently spent some time in Brazil writing songs for this forthcoming album.
* ** * * ** *** **
As always, Steve is
thinking about touring. He knows how popular these tours are, but it does involve a
tremendous amount of time and energy, and as you can see from the first tvvo items, Steve
is using up quite a lot of both of these in, other directions. Anyway, as soon as we have
any news we will pass it on to you.
** * ** * ** *
- page 15 & 16
BIRD IN FLIGHT
- Looking back I see the love that I missed
- Looking back I see the Iife that I passed.
- Its not that I knew,
- Its not that I cared,
- Its just that I didnt try
- Going to take a train far away,
- Going to take it so I can start again.
- Now I can feel what its like
- To be a bird in flight,
- Having a soul of light.
- Thru the clouds theres always a sun,
- Gonna float there high above,
- Now Im gonna feel,
- Now Im gonna see
- What Ive been keeping from me.
- Now I can feel what its like,
- To be a bird in fight,
- Having a soul
The freshly born childs
blushing face creasing with pain, its eyelids screwing tightly against the dazzling
brightness. Light hurts.
The womans scarred,
swollen leg stinging and throbbing, the blisters weeping uncontrollably Light burns.
The elegant, beautifully
hand-woven carpet lying in full splendour upon the varnished teak floor is checked by pale,
bleached patches. Light stains.
The shimmering bronze tan of
the golden and curly-haired Californian beach-boy inviting admiring glances of any age and
either sex. Light intrigues.
accident-prone teenager fighting off the black faces of evil, muttering repeatedly in the
dark, coma-clad nightmare, striving to regain life. Light revives.
What is a world without
- page 17 & 18
- Oh rain, look what youve done
- look at the people, they are crying
- whyve you taken the place from the sun
- now the flowers dying
- This summertime
- you made the field wet
- by your sweat
- Made the birds all drowned
- in the heavens sound
- droppin on the ground
- Oh rain, look what youve done
- you have destroyed our summer
- so, you manners are out on the run
- you made the sun to slumber.
- Closing the door of patterned wood
- to my room of seemed loneliness
- Where is the friend, where is the wind
- of feeling good
- Lay me down on the ground
- Sour people hanging around my head
- shouting, making fuss
- Will it bring me pain of dead
- Oh sadness...get away from me.
- Listen to the music, great and soft
- through my brain filled with problems
- Wishing I, running through the wild
- green croft
- With me head in a band
- Crying flowers trembling around my knees
- dying, loosing health
- Will I bring them living breeze
- Oh sadness.. get away from me
- page 19 & 20
- There were trees, before the war,
- Green in spring, in autumn
- Leaves of red and gold
- Carpeted the earth,
- Crackled underfoot.
- In winter,
- They were bare. Branches lifted
- To skies of grey.
- There were glades
- Where water ran, clear and deep
- In retrospect
- We were young, before the war.
- So young we did not doubt
- Mans humanity
- Lets live anew in love and
- Foolish words
- Or ignorance.
- They wanted power, before the war,
- And got it too, with bombs
- Of all that laughed and loved,
- Was free.
- Nothing left but
- And we who are left,
- What now for us?
- We have not heart nor hope nor strength
- To build another
- Brave, New World.
- page 21 & 22
THE ONE THAT I LOVE
- Friendship is one thing
- Love is another,
- I cannot express the feelings
- We had for each other.
- Why did it have to end,
- The good times we had,
- Cant we remain just good friends?
- I thought so once
- Earlier on in the month.
- I love you more than words can express,
- Why did you have to get in this mess?
- I tried to talk to you,
- But you wouldnt listen,
- You just lay there
- And your eyes glistened.
- Will you ever recover
- From your foolish act?
- I still love you,
- And thats a fact.
- WORLDS APART
- Another world, another time perhaps,
well meet again
- And talk, and walk along the shore, and say
- How soon it passed, and others came and
- Walked and talked where we had been.
- For now will be then, and to- morrow an age
- And time and stars are fused in one expanse
- Of blue and endless space. And each
- Life of ours is one expression, and each
- Expression is no more than an atom
- Hurtling outwards in the Universe.
- And what does it matter that to-day I laugh,
- And, say, what does it matter to-morrow
- That I cry? For almost while I laugh
- And cry I am forgotten, and the brief breath
- I breathe is already drawn by
anotheralso passing by
- A drop of the spray of the wave of the
roller of the tide
- of the ocean. Beating endlessly along the
- page 23 & 24
- LONDON SUMMER
- Crowded pavementsall colours of hair,
skin and clothes.
- Familiar languages, strange languages. Hot.
- cool again.Then scorching. Parks full,
- dogs.Crying. Angry voices arguing. Laughter.
- under the trees. Squirrels hoping you will
give them nuts.
- Bikinis. Rolled up trousers. Bare
- burned shoulders. Open air theatres,
Scottish dancing in the
- park. Pop music coming out of dozens of
shops selling jeans,
- cheese cloth, sandals. Queues... and more
- Travellers cheques being cashed in the
- currency being exchanged in the banks. Buses
- conductors, bad-tempered conductors. Sight
- parties. Suitcases, rucksacks. Tramps
sleeping on park
- benches. Students sleeping on the pavement.
- Lifter (too much lifter!) Traffic jams.
Noise. Try not to think
- about all the pollution in a city Try hard
not to rush around
- just because everyone else is. Jubilee
- T-shirts, Union Jacks. Sticky Tube trains.
- corners. July sales. Bargains. Holiday
- Ambulance sirens. Fire engine jangles. Warm,
- nights. Open windows with curtains blowing.
- Sudden rain. Plastic macs, cool feet. More
sun. Cafe tables
- on the pavement. Long drinks. And on and
on... with just
- the occasional sniff of autumn in the air!
- page 25 & 26
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