OK, here we go...
A subject so deliciously exciting because I know WE (not just me) can do it justice.
As Martin points out (and Dom initially suggested) it needs to be all inclusive. I don’t need some one-man-band letting the air out of my unicycle/wheelchair because he didn’t get his footnote in the door. So tonight I will visit Checkerhead’s Yellow Pages and see who is at least cognizant of the fact that there is indeed a database of “US” out there... but that is, as you all know, going to be the tip of the iceberg. And no, I’m not going to include balloon clowns no matter how much Gazzo begs me.
Before cyberspace, hell, even before Ray Jason, there were street performers. Luckily, I actually met one of the Busquelero Family (hence the name) in Leicester, in the mid-80’s, so I know a bit of how it came about in Jolly Old. However, I’m sure troubadours and the like had existed long before that old guy tapped his way down the first paved streets of London. Honestly, I have no way of knowing if he was just tooting his own horn, so to speak, and I’m sure he is dead by now, but what a helluva tale he spun. He told me the story of how “bottling” started and it kinda sounded true. Point is boys, Europe is the starting point don’t you think? I need to research that first, so lay on me any books you might have leads on ... Karen, are you listening?
I have really no interest in going back farther in the states than the early New York days of Jeff Sheridan and David Wexler because then we are going to get into beggars and bums (no offense to Nick Nickolas meant). The early Boston days of Harvard Square (yes Jim, there was life before Fanueil Hall) are already well known to me. San Francisco and Venice Beach, well, if I can’t figure those out then you probably should find yourself a better whipping boy.
As far as New Zealand & Australia go, I can probably buy PC a beer or two and he’ll be able to point to where Dom lives. Then two or three lines about everybody else and the rest of the chapter on Richy Rich should do the trick.
Japan, aside from it’s history, is really not a problem either because all I have to do is remember what happened after Brian Hulse ruined it for the rest of us, and go from there.
Canada, hmm ... can’t really think of any Canadian acts worth mentioning, though I heard about some guy who did a radioactive Elvis bit where he blew fire out of his butt, whatever that was supposed to be about. Any thoughts there?
Basically, it looks like the real problem, for me anyway, is Europe. Who out there knows the scene pre Chris Lynum/Leo Bassi/Jango Edwards, that is?
Maybe this is a all a big mistake (or should I say Miss Take) ... if I get no more responses to this than the “I love Trevor” thread, I’m bailing.
Oh yeah, I am not gonna nambe pamby this one. I gotta tell it like it is. I don’t wanna pull any punches (sorry Chance), unless you can convince me otherwise.
Goodnight, you princes of darkness, you kings of new asphalt ...
Robert
A subject so deliciously exciting because I know WE (not just me) can do it justice.
As Martin points out (and Dom initially suggested) it needs to be all inclusive. I don’t need some one-man-band letting the air out of my unicycle/wheelchair because he didn’t get his footnote in the door. So tonight I will visit Checkerhead’s Yellow Pages and see who is at least cognizant of the fact that there is indeed a database of “US” out there... but that is, as you all know, going to be the tip of the iceberg. And no, I’m not going to include balloon clowns no matter how much Gazzo begs me.
Before cyberspace, hell, even before Ray Jason, there were street performers. Luckily, I actually met one of the Busquelero Family (hence the name) in Leicester, in the mid-80’s, so I know a bit of how it came about in Jolly Old. However, I’m sure troubadours and the like had existed long before that old guy tapped his way down the first paved streets of London. Honestly, I have no way of knowing if he was just tooting his own horn, so to speak, and I’m sure he is dead by now, but what a helluva tale he spun. He told me the story of how “bottling” started and it kinda sounded true. Point is boys, Europe is the starting point don’t you think? I need to research that first, so lay on me any books you might have leads on ... Karen, are you listening?
I have really no interest in going back farther in the states than the early New York days of Jeff Sheridan and David Wexler because then we are going to get into beggars and bums (no offense to Nick Nickolas meant). The early Boston days of Harvard Square (yes Jim, there was life before Fanueil Hall) are already well known to me. San Francisco and Venice Beach, well, if I can’t figure those out then you probably should find yourself a better whipping boy.
As far as New Zealand & Australia go, I can probably buy PC a beer or two and he’ll be able to point to where Dom lives. Then two or three lines about everybody else and the rest of the chapter on Richy Rich should do the trick.
Japan, aside from it’s history, is really not a problem either because all I have to do is remember what happened after Brian Hulse ruined it for the rest of us, and go from there.
Canada, hmm ... can’t really think of any Canadian acts worth mentioning, though I heard about some guy who did a radioactive Elvis bit where he blew fire out of his butt, whatever that was supposed to be about. Any thoughts there?
Basically, it looks like the real problem, for me anyway, is Europe. Who out there knows the scene pre Chris Lynum/Leo Bassi/Jango Edwards, that is?
Maybe this is a all a big mistake (or should I say Miss Take) ... if I get no more responses to this than the “I love Trevor” thread, I’m bailing.
Oh yeah, I am not gonna nambe pamby this one. I gotta tell it like it is. I don’t wanna pull any punches (sorry Chance), unless you can convince me otherwise.
Goodnight, you princes of darkness, you kings of new asphalt ...
Robert


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