| Slamwell Mingus Buckra III, Vic Swankly, Gaz Bacharach, Kittens Calhoun... singer, poet, songwriter, bandleader, guitar slinger...madman, painter, semi-reclusive mountain man...performance artist, stand-up philosopher, bluesman, ultra lounge lothario, saloon crooner, dog lover... born in san francisco...first learned to adore music and strum a tennis racket in evanston illinois...worked out (and developed) the kinks on the banks of the McKenzie River in Oregon, at the foot of Grouse Mountain in British Columbia, in La Jolla Shores California and in a basement on Stretch Island in the Puget Sound... forever and hopelessy influenced by the minds, attitudes, works and accomplishments of Salvador Dali, Frank Sinatra, Wilt Chamberlain, Bob Dylan, William F. Buckley Jr., Don Van Vliet, Joan Miro, Richard Pryor, Johnny Winter, Patrick J. Bucchanan, Paul McCartney, Dorthea Tanning, Jerry West, Jerry Lewis, Ozzie Nelson, Jonathan Winters, Stephen Crane, Burt Bacharach, Dean Martin, Muhammud Ali, Albert Brooks, John Lennon, Miles Davis, John Mclaughlin, Steve Allen, George Harrison, Roland Kirk, Groucho Marx, Francis Bacon, Marc Chagall, Brian Wilson, Ernie Kovacs, John Gary, John Lee Hooker, Albert King and Little Richard... in the press, compared to frank sinatra, john lee hooker, frank zappa, captain beefheart, sun ra, robben ford, jerry garcia, van dyke parks, screamin' jay hawkins, mississippi fred mcdowell, john fogerty, mose allison, jimi hendrix, jimmy page, jeff beck, eric clapton, dean martin... has traded licks on stage with alberts king and collins...traded blows on stage with mojo nixon... ...spiritual athiest, facist liberatarian, gregarious loner... sittin' pretty and pretzeled...far above the fray and the rising mudtide...at 4,444 feet above sea level...in the foothills of the southern tip of the Cascade Mountian Range...over 2,666 shows from ensenada mexico to seattle washington, from san francisco to austin texas... arrested, revered, 86'd, heralded, despised, alive and swell...undoubtedly on stage right now in some cozy corner of some frolicking nightclub...painting git'aural sightscapes and sonic joy n' tattered twang confusion. CLICK HERE TO RETURN TO MAIN PAGE |
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