Dear Mr. King: You rock greatly and literarily. So thank you for all the entertaining stories. I used to read your books all the time, but now that I have achieved late middle-age and am suffering from presbyopia I have begun availing myself of your line of excellent audiobooks. Hey, so what if I'm going blind? Listening to fine stories read aloud by talented individuals is much more fun than having to turn all the pages myself. Seriously, if I had known how much fun your audiobooks were when I was kid, I would have gladly (gladly!) quit school and gouged my own eyes out with a rusty trowel. But...no such good luck. Alas, why am I always finding myself on the slow side of the learning curve? Anyway, my modern (interpretive, child-safe butoh, swing, rock and/or roll) dance ensemble (check us out, if you dare: David W. Montague - Home | Facebook) and I hope you are doing more excellently than ever. And that is good news for you because, as it turns out, everything we hope for turns out, as it happens, to actually happen (come to pass.) That's right...everything. So stop worrying about world war three...we've got that covered. How cool is that? Say, you play guitar? Nice. Just curious: Do you ever like to (scarily or not) throw "musical" soirees? Here's hoping. Anyway, if ever you need a really (really) excellent (and surprisingly literate) modern dance ensemble (originally from Pittsburgh, but transplanted to the magical and mysterious West Coast) that specializes in the late 19th century and early 20th century French avant-garde, please keep us in mind. BTW, have you ever heard The Stones (rotating) or The Beatles (early ONLY) played in the style of the French avant-garde? No? Ha! We knew that would pique your interest. Yes (astute observation, thank you for asking), our avant-garde ensemble DOES exist within a slightly different "reality" than that inhabited by ordinary, boringly non-creative entities. Thank goodness. Hey, we may not be normal, but at least we're paranormal, which, as you know, can come in handy sometimes. As a matter of fact (cold, hard, irrefutable scientific FACT), speaking of making sure that world war three never gets off the ground, as the rhythmic and spiritual leader of my art-music ensemble, I recently had to write a cheerily circumlocutory musical "artist statement" in celebration of the famously modern and cinematically inclined composer, Erik Satie's 150th birthday. (Thus, if you dare, feel free to take a look at that, super-awesome, rockin' MUSIC VIDEO at: David W. Montague - Home | Facebook ...as it is nothing short of the GREATEST fun-house footler ever conceived by a violinist and hobby-for-fun-novelist.) Why bother? Among many sound reasons, because Satie's hauntingly subtle good sense and sensibilities could, if satisfactorily applied, help solve all of humanity's most pressing issues (rampant militarization, terrorism, game theory, hunger, gluttony, technology induced ADD, speed-reading, class-warfare, ikebana...) and therefore help SAVE THE WORLD. In short: You WILL believe that a man can play the violin...with his feet. Hey, we're serious...
"Experience is a form of paralysis."
"Everybody offers to buy one a drink; but nobody ever dreams of buying one a sandwich." - Erik Satie
"Experience is a form of paralysis."
"Everybody offers to buy one a drink; but nobody ever dreams of buying one a sandwich." - Erik Satie
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