Meryl made me a rendering of myself as a South Park character, and it’s too good to keep to myself. So I thought I’d share it here. It’s so me it’s kind of hilarious, right down to the shirt (which is very much like one of my favourite shirts with buttons from recent years) and headphones (which are very much like my fancy new headphones few have seen and lived to remember seeing). It appears in this scene that someone has returned my beloved childhood Casio keyboard to me, complete with a sleek new paint job, and I am in awe. One of these days I need to buy one of those Casios off of eBay or something. The circuit-bent ones look pretty neat, and you can coax some startlingly demented sounds out of them.
Speaking of funky things with keys, I finally found a user manual for the Arp Omni-2 over here in PDF form. Craziness. I’m not sure I want to know what the supposed “honky tonk piano” setting sounds like, though. Old analog synths don’t exactly do piano sounds very convincingly, which is part of their charm.
Speaking of identity, it has come to my attention that there’s a local dude who doesn’t believe I exist. He thinks I’m Eric Welton’s alter ego — a musical practical joke Eric has invented and played on the whole city.
I’m serious. This is a real thing.
It’s probably the funniest thing I’ve heard in at least six days. Putting aside the musical evidence (our voices, recording/production styles, and the kind of music we make are all very different), I give you visual evidence.
Here is Eric looking pensive.
Here is Johnny looking pensive.
And here is a pink dragon looking pensive.
Maybe we’re both just alter egos for the pink dragon. Think about it.
Or maybe I should take the opportunity to have some fun with this and try to convince more people I don’t exist and really am just a figment of Eric’s imagination. It would be a good story, wouldn’t it?
Most important of all, “wilkins” is British slang for “penis”. This word will now show up in every song I write for at least the next three days.