I’ve been sort of neglecting things right now…things have either been work or crash and I haven’t had any time to post update today. Even now I find that I’m too bloody tired to post about anything of true worth.
I’ve been networking like a fucking ant lately and I’m happy to say that it’s paying off. I’ve got a couple of jobs lined up tonight and I’ve had the pleasure of meeting some incredibly talented musicians and the people who work with them who are some of the most brilliant minds the folk industry has to offer. Still…I can’t help but shake the feeling that there’s a certain weirdness to this place. There has been next to no hostility, which is a different thing for me. I don’t think this good-natured vibe is in any way natural, but more of based around the understanding that if things get bad, they will get ugly. Still, it would be pretty wild to see a brawl started between the old timey folk singers and the new wave hippy folk singers. It would be a moment I’d remember if I had heard someone scream “Believe in magic, my ASS!” to a timid John Sebastian before all hell broke loose. Ironically if such a brawl were to happen it would make for one HELL of a good folk song.
I went down to the famous Beale Street today. Lots of kitschy stuff like Elvis license plates and rhinestone toilet seats. But I found a funky little place where I got a hold of an R. Crumb tin poster thing (pictured right). I’ve always loved Mr. Natural. As I was walking, a homeless man called after me.
“What is one thing that you own, that people use more than you?”
I couldn’t think of anything. The man had caught me so off guard that I found that most of my attentions were going towards his teeth, which looked like they hadn’t even heard of the word toothpaste. He complimented me a couple of times, remarking on my “pretty voice” and hair. He then asked for a dollar or he wouldn’t give me the answer. I shrugged and gave him a bill. he thanked me and we introduced eachother, now on a more personal level when I gave him the dollar and even more when I refused to give him another one. It was then that he revealed to me that he already gave me the answer. I thought hard. “My name?” I asked. He smiled and nodded. “That’s right, Robin. People use your name more than you ever will. Think about that. As I left I didn’t feel like I had been scammed. I actually liked that I learned a new riddle.
Anyways, off I go to more parties! Zooooooom!
“King Curly” was born of the desire to right wrongs and to punish evil. In that respect, his spiritual forefathers are Robin Hood, Batman, Moses and all of the rest of that head-kicking crew. When I first conceived the character – in the songs “King Curly” and “Curly and Sue” – Evil was enjoying a stronger-than-usual stranglehold on the world and I was working in the public service. King Curly was a drab little man in a drab little job – circumstances curiously similar to my own. But unlike me, King Curly had a dangerous and wonderful secret: on his R.D.O’s he was raising an army of outsiders – lepers, failed artists, amputees, frustrated adult film producers and marginalised school bullies to set right the many wrongs of the world.”
Currently Reading: I feel bad for admitting this, but up until last week I had never read Bryan Lee O’Malley’s 
