Apocalypse

Three years ago I had a bit of a family reunion up at the EarthDance Festival in Laytonville, California. It's kind of like a smaller Burning Man, but instead of methamphetamine Road Warriors on the moon, it's more like stoned wizards in the forest. Well late one night, while tromping through the brambles, I stumbled across the most charismatic and debauched bunch of carnival folk- a band called The Yard Dogs Road Show. It was steam punk, sword swallowing, burlesque, voodoo, sex and danger. The gang leader was this cat named Leighton Kelly- he of the skull rings, tattoos, striped socks, and yes, the curly mustache. I was mesmerized, and I abused my press pass to basically stalk this crew. In the year that followed, I got to throw sliced turkey around Juliette Lewis' dressing room, drink whiskey out of a shoe, and blow my nose on an American flag--all with these glorious hoodlums! Leighton even had me over to his house to take some old typewriters, clapboard suitcases, and finger-less gloves off his hands, because he had just returned from India and had the epiphany to "get rid of all my excess baggage!" Well long story short, he drew this cool picture of me (at the lovely Sonia's request). He's got this amazing blog that actually inspired this blog, and it features an original drawing a day and some hilarious musings. I cannot recommend it enough. Click back through the hundreds of drawings for inspiration overload. Here it is: http://dayone2012.tumblr.com/