Naked on April 19, 2007

Got up at eight again, sat in chair with coffee and Anthony, legs rocked from yesterday, awesome. Read for about two hours, today, hit 'values' and 'rules' for achieving them. The book is 'Awaken the Giant Within,' have read it in excess of 50 times and done all exercises all can be read and studied at nakedcowboy.com under 'Naked Cowboy Dialogue,' you've probably already read it, a handbook for super-heros. I'm on a totally tighter organizational thematic lately, stop-watching all my regular activities to increase efficiency and amounts of activity. Quality and quantity, so I did a 40 minute bout with guitar in mirror, rockin' and making faces and shit. Poop, shower, bowl oatmeal, protien bar, water, out the door in that order. Went to drop of orders at post office, hit gas station for coffee, then to the city today jammin' two new singles from Nashville Country label, TMR Records, 'Whiskey Dirty' and 'Naked Cowboy Anthem Country.' Both songs will be sang hundreds of times prior to my perfomance at Fanfair in Nashville in June whereon that trip I will record them, all songs by TMR and 4Sight Music Productions available at I-tunes.
Got to Times Square and did 12-2:30 shift. Mass people, first day over 55 degrees in like weeks. Naturally I'm exploding with burst after burst of hilarity. At will I can have people laugh to where they literally cannot stand up, with me holding them. Dude when I get going I'm just the funniest mother on the planet. I sheduled the time today cause a woman who knows my dad came in from Delaware, Ohio to find me and I coordinated. Go to any search engine on the internet and type in Kenny Burck, that's my dad. He's the only guy on the entire planet with more entries directly related to him that any other man alive now or ever. He's the genealogical President of the world and I'm not speaking in metaphor. My blood line is traced up to the time when recording began, as far back as you can go, like 1400's. Another reason I can call anyone alive more of a mutt than me, besides the genetically aparent reasons. Girls name was Susan and she did show up with her friends. I get calls all the time cause me number is on my site saying, 'hey, we're from so and so and we're in Times Square, where the hell are ya?' Or I get there and the regular workers be it traffic gaurds or venders saying, 'damn dude, where the hell you been, everybody's asking me where you're at?' Freak dudes I don't live there, yet. I have gotten mail there three times now, just addressed, Naked Cowboy, Times Square. Had a menacing looking dude come up today screaming I was a faggot and he was gonna kick my gay white ass, but got distracted by a tour bus announcer saying hi and by the time I got done talking the dude was completely gone, made me wonder if I imagined the whole thing. Also had a guy ask me how much I'd charge to put his name on my underwear. He couldn't believe I said I'd do it for nothing. Followed up with, nobody reads the inside anyway.
Had Chinese chicken and broccolli three times today, white rice, all steamed, no sauce, and trained at gym for two hours blasting chest, back, bi's, tri's, and eliptical for bout 20, and a 2 mile or so run. Got Joseph Campbell all lined up for the evening, a book I've read only 2 times, 'Hero with a Thousand Faces' deep, mythological study of culture after culture, since the beginning of time. All the same archetypical figures rehashed over and over and over to fit the times of the ages and the symbolism most fitting to convey timeless truths. Example, Prometheus was a Greek fiqure who was the 'friend of man.' He stole fire from the gods and brought it back to man. Jesus, petitions God on behalf of man. He explains what Carl Jung and Freud and many others have found since day one, that the psyche of man has had themes that have prevailed in dreams since the dawn of man. Mankind as a whole projects these figures into the landscape of the human race. If we all have a hero in our soul, we will either be it, or project it. It might be a savior, hero, archangel, wise old man, devil, celestial virgin, you name it. Whatever the culture as a whole craves, worships, finds to be of highest value, it will see portrayed most by someone or something that will then be the archetype of that age. It will become holy, pure, uncurruptable, sacred, it will reach apotheoses. The world where America is the land of freedom that all men crave. The land where commercialization is king. Where Naked Cowboy epitomizes shameless personification of what it means to live as a walking, talking, eating, breathing, blogging commercial. Amen.