Just me. For a full bio, see my other profile: http://www.myspace.com/kingturtle
Influences
The Beatles, The Clash, Bob Dylan, Buddy Holly, Neil Young, Phil Ochs, Lou Reed, William Carlos Williams, Paul Klee, Bob Wills, Jack Benny, Laurel and Hardy
Sounds Like
Jonathan Richman, the Beatles, They Might Be Giants
An Imp is haunting popular music - the Imp of ukuleles. All the powers of old-popular-music (the Grammys, the FCC, Casey Kasem, RCA police-spies, Tipper Gore) have entered into a hallowed matrimony to expel this Imp.
Where is the ukulele sound that has not been discredited as retrogression (or kitch) by its opponents in power? Where is the ukulele sound that has not tossed back the smirching disapproval of ukulele diapason into the faces of the most advanced adversaries, as well as against its own 'radical' celebrity?
It is high time that ukulele players openly, in the face of the world, perform their ditties, publish their views, open windows, act, release their recordings, dream, radiate, and meet this nursery tale of an Imp with a Manifesto of Ukuleledom itself.
Yes, Ukulelian, Die Ukulele Spieler, fellow Leaf in the Whirlwind of Time, you are part of this. You have nothing to lose but your v-Chip.
Do not allow social science to replace history and art as the mode of discource for talking together about ourselves.
Acknowledge one another in daily life. Share stories that teach history. Speech and action, Darling, will make you most fully human. Utilize the Ukulele to create public space.
Dear One, always remember, even if you win the rat race, you're still a rat.
Dear One, always remember, instead of asking "How can we work less," ask "How can we put everybody to work?"
If you think of anything today, Baby, surmise why uniqueness of fingerprints came to be (i.e. why do fingerprints exist?)
If you dream of anything tonight, Baby, understand human interaction before gunpowder, or at least before telegraphs.
If you have a go at anything this week, Baby, torment yourself with the topic of categorization. How do you tell a good one from a bad one?
Dear One, always remember, it is worse to be invisible than it is to be materially deprived.
Beware of parody.
Glass is a liquid.
Ice cubes are icebergs.
I was at a music shop in Odessa, Missouri, last year when I pulled a CD called "Oliver Eats Five Hotdogs" out of a cardboard box full of random stuff. I'm pretty sure it was my destiny to find it. I paid a dollar and had my mind blown. Thank you. And thank ukuleles.
New York mey be the place where stars are made, but Santa Cruz is the place for chill down-to-earth people like you! I miss running into you at Cafe Perg!(Go class of 2003 -Your first and best class of AHS!)
Hey Mr. Brown whats up... I went to AHS and havent been back since I graduated in 04 i didnt have you as a teacher but I was Dougie's aid for 5th period.. are you still at aptos if so how is it if not whats new?
It's Taylor Davis by the way. I've just been exiting for the past couple of years, etc. Just wondering how you're doing man.
Just dropped out of film school because I have no money. Been playing guitar for about two years now, writing my own blues/thrash riffs now. Picked up the harmonica as well (which I recommend by the way) and now I'm shipping pills to old folks homes to keep the down trought from realizing their uselessness to society and their lack of love from relatives.
Other than that, I've spent all day drinking. Yeah. It's okay.
So hows life man, you see any of the old class mates?
Seems your uke career is doing pretty good.
Oh and btw, Joy Division is an awesome fucking band.
did u stop rockin out i think u shouldnt have you should keep doing what u do and sooo bring ur uke to odyssey academy and teach there! for the 9th grade
