12 May 2009

Photos. Me. Naked. W/ Guitar.

No, seriously. Stark naked.

I am seldom at the cutting edge of anything. I usually find out about anything "cool" or "hip" from friends with their (collective) "ear to the ground" or "finger on the pulse".

But even in light of my trailing-edge tendencies, I'm certain I beat this guy to the punch: And not just by a little bit either. I had that idea over thirty years ago, back when country wasn't even cool.

I just didn't stick with it long enough to be recognized for my genius. Time went by and I began to conform to society's expectations to separate my moments of nudity and guitar playing, and for that I really have no one to blame but myself. Myself and the man. Damn the man, always keeping me down. Down and/or clothed.

Another possible reason I failed where others have succeeded is that then as now, only the creepiest of people are interested in being "fans" of a naked two-year-old.

I was a southpaw when I first started playing

Oh, and if for some reason you failed to experience the seventies, here's two things you might not know:

1) Shag carpet feels AWESOME on your bare ass.
2) The cameras of the seventies weren't much different than the cameras of today. It's just that reality was more orange and yellow back then.


What trend did you invent?

4 comments:

Zakary said...

That is the most awesome thing I have ever seen.

Debbie said...

I think the first photo has gone missing, but that could just be my eyesight. And thanks for clearing up that whole orange thing. That explains quite a bit of my wardrobe from that decade.

Bj in Dallas said...

i've been too frightened to come over here and look....

Why don't you become the naked singing cowboy in Tulss? and sing forever in bluejeans over and over and over and then your encore could be The Wreck of The Edmond Fitzgerald........

le @ thirdontheright said...

too cute - your mama must be so proud :) le