All morning, I had “Ebony and Ivory” (original, not SNL) in my head. Nothing could get it out. I even tried supplant it with “Islands in the Stream” but to no avail. Then I ran into the following video. I warn you, this is not for small children.
Edgar Oliver, the son of a recluse and a morphine addict, and his three cats… This guy may be the last of the old-school bohemians, but he disturbs me like no one has in a great while. His mannerisms, enunciation, and the simple look in his eyes cause a real physical reaction in me that I can’t describe other than it’s not pleasant. He’s from Georgia but lives in NYC-area. Perhaps he’s brilliant, but if that’s brilliant, sign me up for the short-bus.