Monday, August 03, 2009

Funny...I hardly ever get introduced without the the mention of the Clown House.

But the truth is...I could never have reached this level of success with those people.

don't get me wrong!
The first crew that moved into the Alberta street house and set up shop were the real deal, they were all hard core lifetime circus workers.
All of them were in it to win it and most of those people are still in show biz... but in subsequent years Caffeine and I had to settle for mostly tourists.
I don't hate them, I just don't want to represent folks who were so hard to work with.
When night club announcers say loudly "From The Alberta Clown House...Dingo Dizmal!" I shutter and then go out there starting my act on a sour mental note wondering "Why did he mention that mess when I have a successful show on Belmont street?".
I wouldn't mention it if it wasn't annoying me so.
Luckily Noah Mickens (William Batty) stopped mentioning the Clown House at shows and I work with him most.
He and I saw the same thing over the years and he knows what I'm talking about.

The last year (2007)had potential we could have owned that shit.
I'm glad it didn't work out because i wouldn't have wanted to find out the hard way farther down the road that my crew could disintegrate after achieving just a little success. They got what they wanted (street cred) and moved on...now it's getting milked like a cow.
recently...
I saw some shirts with my image on them being sold by a dude who's flakiness helped sink the ship!
The laughable irony is that if that shirt had come out and been sold at the time (like in context)we could have had that much more chance of getting another house.
Again I'm glad that didn't happen.

When I think of the word "Alberta Clown House" I think of this crew...circa 2005.

Wouldn't it be super-double crazy ironic if I got another house on Alberta street and called it "The Clown House"?
Caffeine Jones and I started the first Clown House on Clark street in Eugene OR.
We didn't really start it as much as every house we lived in was called "The Clown House" we called ourselves "Pepto Dizmal".
Again...I'm not being a hater, just imagine if you were forever credited with your biggest blunder.
This has been a great lesson in "Quit while you are ahead".

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