Good Morning Nature Lovers,
I have missed writing the blogFISH. It is a way for me to explain, validate, create and recreate the weird (cool weird, not weird weird) aspects of my imagination. All I have to do is say “it’s gonna be in the blogFISH" ( I still have no idea why I call it that - what it means - or where it's at ) by saying this I can bring up random items of whimsey right in the middle of a serious conversation about local politics - Peter Pan patterns of thought that match nothing else in the room like “I’m afraid to wear clothes made from the cloth of bamboo, this is due to an unreasonable fear of being attacked by Killer Pandas, which could be every where / just because we don’t see Killer Pandas doesn’t mean they are not there.”
I am lots of fun at parties - especially if you are drunk and don’t like to talk politics and are afraid of Panda Bears, which I have since found out are not really bears at all, which is all the more reason to be afraid. Over the past year or so the blogFISH has been a vehicle for me to fill up with wonders and drive with great speed and agility through everyone’s mind space. I am a responsible person though, I always go the speed limit your brain has posted and I never throw trash out of the window. I even try to leave your brain a little bit cleaner than I found it.
See, it’s such strange imagery and metaphorical calisthenics that normally a person couldn’t say. The blogFISH lets me say ‘em. Even though my FaceBook posts probably reach more people, I have discovered that I prefer the comfortable old shoe appeal of this site, I feel like you are visiting me at my home - whereas FB feels like I’m standing on a box in Duck Pond Park yelling at those who pass by. It’s this feel at home attitude that has enabled me to write about such valuable minutia as my disdain for pocket change and how we should do away with coins altogether and round to the nearest dollar, I devised a way of telling time that uses colors instead of numbers, it has enabled me to fabricate stories like the one about a scientist who escapes from evil government agents by leaving the earth in one of his inventions. Most of my stories could be true, some of them actually are like the time my army buddy peed on a live electric fence and was thrown back 20 feet by the manmade blue lightning. Some are total fiction as you will see if you read on, I tell below a . I’ve also told you, in a weeklong series, all the jobs I’ve ever had - all the bands I’ve ever played in, and all the bands I have broken up.. There have been stories of my childhood - musical anecdotes - true tales and brazen lies, and they only belong here on the blogFISH.
While making FB posts is fun and I will still use FB to announce a new blog entry and promote my music and artwork, do remote location posts and make quick statements most of my writing will be found here at blogFISH. I began to be more interested with who is liking what and who is leaving a comment, who washed their hair with Tide and motor Oil and who eats the food from my refrigerator (if that is indeed my refrigerator) than I should be. I feel that that my use of random, ironic, obtuse non-sequiters such as the ones in that last sentence are wasted on FB. SO, I’m back and I will try to be more consistent in my delivery of these gems from my mind’s foot, because this foot is crammed into a shoe two siizes too small, crammed in there for a reason, crammed in there so as to guarantee this soldier at least one blissful moment each day - the moment I take those bastards off.
Of Course I will stay on message which is how I use creativity to cope with the gift that my secret satanic santa left me - parkinson’s (notice I never capitalize the word parkinson’s - it hasn’t earned the right). But there is a lot more to life than some old musician talking about how bad he feels, a whole lot more. You don’t have to wear a lampshade on your head to be the life of the party. And now I can again say the unsayable - if any one challenges me all I have to do is reply... “It’s from my nex blogFISH.” My weird has a home again.
Why does Urbanite play such an important role at the GARDEN OF COLORS?
You have learned what Urbanite is, how it is common but rare, how it is intelligent, and speaks a language that is very similar to Dolphin. Yes, Urbanite can speak but it cannot listen, it hears you and it ignores you. You found out it plays a supporting role in my peoples celebration of Being Earnest Day, you have heard the past and how it came to be, now you will learn the rest of this beautiful love story.
Urbanite usually keeps to itself and does not fraternize with flesh beings except for Being Earnest Day. But when this clan (who are decedents of an old Gypsy band of rocks) found out I was building a GARDEN OF COLORS it became quite interested. It wanted a part of the action. This clan of morbidly exotic sentient rocks came up from its home underground, a home that it has occupied since it was no longer needed as a tire store parking lot. It burst out of the ground on a hot day last September and now lives in my back yard where it has a partnered with me helping with the building of an arena for all my thoughts, dreams, talents and schemes also giving this band of sacred rock a place to live above ground. For one of the reasons Urbanite is so commonly rare is that the only place it can live above ground after it’s original purpose is no longer valid is a GARDEN OF COLOR. And since GARDENS OF COLOR are rarely common the inverse logically must apply.
I was in my backyard the hot late summer day when I heard a loud growl come from deep within the earth - like God’s stomach was complaining about missing lunch. I then saw a great flash of multihued light, followed by his light were hundreds of marching Urbanite workers coming up from the darkness into the light. This filled my little yard with all the joys of the rainbow. The first thing these workers did was throw together a fountain which is the Urbanites main source of recreation, socialization and manipulation. When they live underground, out of site, they form elaborate, ornate fountains, with each clan trying to out fountain the other. But this was a simple fountain made of found materials. This was their path into the world of human, their wardrobe door into my life. They finished fast and then while totally ignoring me they played in the water for the rest of the afternoon.
Their next creation was a Labyrinth of Slowness. Only through daily use of this supernatural spiral by the human owner of the Garden can the Urbanite and the owner have a two way conversation. The Urbanite will talk and talk and talk like Silicone Dolphins, but they will not listen. They are forever eighth graders waiting for an assembly concerning school safety to start. The hear you, they even see you, but they do not listen they do not care they only look right past you with an aggregate stare.
GARDENS OF COLOR cannot be owned by Urbanite, they are not recognized by any powers that be, and thy detest the idea of money. That is why my new Gypsy friends had one of their lawyers contact a human lawyer, one that walked the daily path of slowness,who contacted my lawyer and together we came to a business agreement. If I walked the spiral of slowness every day and granted free and unrestricted use of Mr. King’s Practically Famous GARDEN OF COLORS to the Clan of Goodyear Gypsy Urbanite, they would, in turn promise continued involvement, assistance and support in building and maintaining said Garden. The next day they hired a human helper - a helper who also walks the spiral path - a helper who showed up at my front door blowing the bicycle horn of friendship and hard work. I couldn't be more pleased. It has been a match made in heaven by the Great Giraffes themselves and I look forward to a fruitful, long and winding, relationship with my new Rock Gypsy friends and you can too.
Starting this Saturday December 13th we open our back gate door to any and all who wish to visit -
we only ask that you call 904-210-4399 first.
GARDEN OF COLORS
2537 Fofbes ST.
A private exhibition of Art - Practical Whimsy - Music and Gratuitous Serendipity
What You Will See
Take care fellow Nap Takers see you next time
right hear at the blogFISH Mr. Kings Wonderful Life.
Next Time “ The summer of Rachael has become the Winter of Chris"
just say yes!
meet Andy Ward King, a professional musician and artist until a diagnosis of parkinons dsease at age 49 forced him into an early retirement., he now uses his music, his art along with the whimsical world he has created in this blog as therapy to ( as he puts it ) outsmart his brain and make the daily battles with parkinson’s a little bit easier, to give him that all important reason to get up on the morning, to make his life worth living. Andy has learned how to say NO to gving up \ NO to depression and apathy \ NO to following willingly the road of decline that stretches before him. he learned that to say no to all of these things all one has to do is say yes. Andy has learned to just say YES to life/\\