Naked Reality Show
THE NAKED COWBOY
…because American Idol is not an option
A Weekly ½ Hour Hybrid
THE BRIEF
Entertainers from across the globe dream of making it big in L.A. or The Big Apple. Countless aspiring actors, singers, and dancers spend years studying their craft, struggling to make it in the business, hoping to get discovered, waiting for that big break. Robert John Burck skipped that part.
With a guitar in his hand, a motivational message in his heart, and a suitcase full of tighty-whities Robert moved from rural Ohio to New York City, dubbed himself “The Naked Cowboy,” and started the journey to becoming the most celebrated entertainer of all time.
Times Square and underwear have never been the same.
Armed only with his homespun brand of self-motivation, The Naked Cowboy has taken his place between the Statue of Liberty and apple pie in the annals of Americana. He has created a cult following for himself without the use of a publicist or an agent. The Naked Cowboy has entertained millions of people from across world with his offbeat songs and hand-painted underwear. He has appeared on MTV, CNN, Animal Planet and USA on shows such as The Howard Stern Show, New Years Rockin’ Eve with Ryan Seacrest, K-9 Karma and Late Night with David Letterman. Additionally he has been featured in music videos for artists such as Cake, several commercials, including the Beyonce-starring Pepsi spot directed by Spike Lee, and feature films such as The Olsen Twins’ “New York Minute”.
But that’s just the beginning. Even though The Naked Cowboy has become an instantly recognized icon throughout the world, “Naked” has bigger dreams: to become “The Most Celebrated Entertainer of all Time”. Without pants!
THE SHOW
THE NAKED COWBOY is a weekly ½ hour hybrid where Naked takes the viewer through his hilarious and awkward path to becoming famous. We’ll follow Naked’s quest to conquer film, television, music, motivational speaking - and, of course, the underwear industry. There’s no point in worshiping celebrities on the red carpet when you can become one!
Part comedy, with a dash of fantasy, we follow THE NAKED COWBOY each week as he tilts at windmills and refuses to give up his dreams. We watch Naked as he puts himself into situations that defy logic in order to create buzz and gain notoriety. And because Naked lives by a philosophy of personal empowerment that he passes on to anyone who will listen, his methods for achieving mainstream success lead to incredible, over-the-top comedic moments. The wonderful part about watching Naked is that as ridiculous as many of the situations are, Naked ultimately taps into the visionary in all of us. Viewers can’t help but root for him, and ultimately for themselves.
THE STYLE
Each episode of THE NAKED COWBOY plays out via two distinct storytelling vehicles – live action, and a highly stylized animated component in the vein of a visually stimulating graphic novel.
The live action footage of Naked is designed to have a caught-on-tape feeling, but is edited with a cinematic and modern pace. It is in the live action that we see the variety of situations that Naked finds himself in while trying to become the most celebrated entertainer of all time. In any given week, we might see him booked as entertainment for a wedding or bar mitzvah, hired for a promotional video, trying to secure an underwear deal with Wal-Mart, negotiating a record contract or flying overseas as a match.com spokesperson. We’ll also capture the various events he crashes (and at times is thrown out of) such as the Academy Awards, Major League baseball games, Mardi Gras, political conventions, and popular TV shows.
The animated component juxtaposes and foreshadows each episode’s story with a fictional interpretation of Naked as a typical “A-list celebrity.” For instance, if the live action footage shows Naked distributing his painted briefs via pick-up truck to Wal-Mart, the animated “A-list” Naked is presenting his underwear collection on the runway during fashion week in Milan. It is in these animations that the viewing audience realizes the hilarious difference between the “Hollywood” and “Naked” ways.
THE CAST
The cast of characters that surrounds Naked range from family and friends questioning his sanity to an array of disciples caught up in his quest. We’ll meet Cindy, the fitness expert girlfriend, and her two kids who live with Naked in New Jersey. We’ll meet Naked’s manager and brother Kenny, who happens to moonlight as a drummer in an Iron Maiden cover band. There’s Ron, the ex-dentist turned Naked’s personal videographer, and Aaron the “Naked” disciple who was so inspired by the Cowboy “change your life now” attitude that he quit his job and started a landscaping business in the dead of winter, became a fighter in a “Meanest Man” contest and performed as a stand-up comedian… All because of Naked.
SUMMARY
With guts, determination, and jaw-dropping nerve, THE NAKED COWBOY allows viewers to witness the hilarity that surrounds Naked’s triumphs, failures and unique way of inspiring others to achieve their dreams. In addition, the show gives viewers an inside look into the world of small time entertainers who make their living in fringe venues. THE NAKED COWBOY uses a cutting edge stylized method of storytelling to tap into the “never-say-die” dreamer in all of us.
There’s nothing that will deter Naked from becoming the world’s most celebrated entertainer of all time, even if he has to drag the rest of the world kicking and screaming along the way.
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Naked Cowboy in 2008!!!
More Propogation of Naked Cowboy's Presidential Campaign that the people of the United States are circulating in mass without any effort on my part. The true leader always rises to the top without effort.
Naked Cowboy for President?I've had a few good talks with the legendary Naked Cowboy, and I'm pleased to announce that he is now a Social Ironist Party supporter. Naked has the vision to recognize our party platform for it's true essence: the highestlevel of truth and honesty obtainable in politics. You see, we recognize the fact that politics are driven by ego and a personal quest for power,fame, and fortune. Other politicians will try to pass themselves off as"public servants" as they discreetly peddle influence to the highest bidder.Not us. We're also selling political influence to corporate sponsors, butwe're going to make it worth their while by getting them more coverage andbrand awareness than Ronald McDonald on meth. The S.I.P coupe will go downin history as a case study in creative writing, performance art, guerillamarketing and political science. We're bringing self-reflection into thesystem, and I assure you it will never be the same. While the details of our partnership are still in the works, thepossibilities are endless: an added element of S.I.P politicaldocu-drama-comedy on Naked Cowboy reality TV? Fundraising DinnerEntertainment Extravaganza Campaign Events, benefiting our partner charitiesas we become the most celebrated philanthropists of all time? A 2008presidential campaign? Lines and boundaries are meant to be crossed, and we look forward tostomping all over them with the Naked Cowboy's larger-than life sized boots.You can check out his impressive array of work and talents atwww.nakedcowboy.com . --- City Beat. May 30, 2007: Hot Political Newcomer: Sean Holbrook Refreshing political maverick or irritating smartass? That's somethingCincinnati votes can decide for themselves when they go to the polls Nov. 6and see Sean Holbrook's name on the ballot for city council. Holbrook, 24,is perhaps the unlikeliest candidate running for council. An area native,he lives in Over-the-Rhine and works as a detox nurse at the Center forChemical Addiction and Treatment. Despite his serious day job, he'sconducting his campaign with a decidedly sardonic touch. He's had localbands write campaign songs that mock, among other topics, development groupslike 3CDC and politicians who wear $400 suits while touring poorneighborhoods and shaking hands with residents - all of which have beenposted online by his sunglass-wearing, guitar strumming "Singing PressSecretary" (voteseanholbrook.com). Politics has lost touch with theconcerns of most people, Holbrook says, and many local politicians are ripefor having their pretentious, preening ways mocked. As a result, he and hiscircle of friends formed the Social Ironist Party, a group dedicated tofocusing on policy issues and making fun of rigid ideologues, conservativeor liberal. "Our satire is guided by and underlying sense of morality," hesays. "While politics may be a total joke, the issues that face ourcommunities are not. That's why we make friends with wonks who actuallyunderstand public policy, even though they lack 'political' skills likeputting on nice suits and spouting out cheesy metaphor-lies that embody theAmerican Spirit and make us all feel good about ourselves." (Kevin Osbourne) Dave RothfussUnselfish Productions, LLCwww.unselfishproductions.com513.461.1311
Naked Cowboy for President?I've had a few good talks with the legendary Naked Cowboy, and I'm pleased to announce that he is now a Social Ironist Party supporter. Naked has the vision to recognize our party platform for it's true essence: the highestlevel of truth and honesty obtainable in politics. You see, we recognize the fact that politics are driven by ego and a personal quest for power,fame, and fortune. Other politicians will try to pass themselves off as"public servants" as they discreetly peddle influence to the highest bidder.Not us. We're also selling political influence to corporate sponsors, butwe're going to make it worth their while by getting them more coverage andbrand awareness than Ronald McDonald on meth. The S.I.P coupe will go downin history as a case study in creative writing, performance art, guerillamarketing and political science. We're bringing self-reflection into thesystem, and I assure you it will never be the same. While the details of our partnership are still in the works, thepossibilities are endless: an added element of S.I.P politicaldocu-drama-comedy on Naked Cowboy reality TV? Fundraising DinnerEntertainment Extravaganza Campaign Events, benefiting our partner charitiesas we become the most celebrated philanthropists of all time? A 2008presidential campaign? Lines and boundaries are meant to be crossed, and we look forward tostomping all over them with the Naked Cowboy's larger-than life sized boots.You can check out his impressive array of work and talents atwww.nakedcowboy.com . --- City Beat. May 30, 2007: Hot Political Newcomer: Sean Holbrook Refreshing political maverick or irritating smartass? That's somethingCincinnati votes can decide for themselves when they go to the polls Nov. 6and see Sean Holbrook's name on the ballot for city council. Holbrook, 24,is perhaps the unlikeliest candidate running for council. An area native,he lives in Over-the-Rhine and works as a detox nurse at the Center forChemical Addiction and Treatment. Despite his serious day job, he'sconducting his campaign with a decidedly sardonic touch. He's had localbands write campaign songs that mock, among other topics, development groupslike 3CDC and politicians who wear $400 suits while touring poorneighborhoods and shaking hands with residents - all of which have beenposted online by his sunglass-wearing, guitar strumming "Singing PressSecretary" (voteseanholbrook.com). Politics has lost touch with theconcerns of most people, Holbrook says, and many local politicians are ripefor having their pretentious, preening ways mocked. As a result, he and hiscircle of friends formed the Social Ironist Party, a group dedicated tofocusing on policy issues and making fun of rigid ideologues, conservativeor liberal. "Our satire is guided by and underlying sense of morality," hesays. "While politics may be a total joke, the issues that face ourcommunities are not. That's why we make friends with wonks who actuallyunderstand public policy, even though they lack 'political' skills likeputting on nice suits and spouting out cheesy metaphor-lies that embody theAmerican Spirit and make us all feel good about ourselves." (Kevin Osbourne) Dave RothfussUnselfish Productions, LLCwww.unselfishproductions.com513.461.1311
Presidential Campaign 2008
Naked Cowboy is Running for President of the United States in 2008 fully supported and financially backed by the S.R.I. I look forward to serving you as our next President of the United States.
The Social Ironist Party (Party Platform)
No one embodies the current American political climate like the Social Ironist Party. Elections are about anything but the issues, which works out great for us, because we have good hair, and we speak in highly poetic sounding metaphors. The media wants to report on gaffes and sex scandals, so we’ll give it to them. In fact, our campaigns will be based on gaffes and sex scandals. The Social Ironist Party realizes that elections are ridiculous circuses, so we deal with them accordingly.
Phonetically speaking, Ideologies begin by addressing their followers (idiots.) Are you a Liberal? A Conservative? Stop. You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. With partisan-hack talking bobble-head dolls on both sides mindlessly flapping their jaws and twisting the facts so their little political football teams can win, who can you even trust anymore? The answer, of course, is the Social Ironist Party. Everything we do and say is honest, because I’m telling you right here that it isn’t, which thereby makes it true in a circularly-logical, meta-reflective sense. I told you we embody the current American political climate.
Why the Pony???
Republicans, the party of cash and Jesus, are symbolized by an elephant. The Democrats, who push pencils and create non-binding resolutions, have a donkey. No one really knows what either animal stands for.
The Social Ironist Party refuses to make the same mistake: our party animal is the pony, because ponies are the most beautiful, pure, and innocent creature on God’s otherwise dreary and mistake filled earth. Ponies symbolize the fact that America is essentially a nation of 12 year old girls.
“But”, you say, “I’m a 40 year old construction worker!”
We’re sure that you are. That’s your right as an American. Still, that doesn’t make you any less of a 12 year old girl. Perhaps it isn’t an actual, physical pony that you want (we’re using symbolism here, remember?) - maybe it’s a boat, or new rims for your pickup truck, or a 6 carat diamond ring. The point is that you’ll work a job you hate just so you can afford it, and when you finally do get it, your pony will chew up your lawn and kick you in the head. You’ll spend your time cleaning up pony poop and you’ll spend your money on oats and horseshoes and a brand new stable. Where was Daddy to tell you, “No, you’re not getting that pony.”?
Perhaps you don’t yet realize that you’re spiritually and emotionally a 12 year-old girl. This is because you have the self-reflective abilities of a 12 year-old girl. Enjoy your ponies.
7 Pillars of the Social Ironist Platform:
The Social Ironist Party shall be much, much hornier than any other political party. You only wish you could attend our National Convention. Because politics is an art form filled with money grubbing whores, we shall be the biggest, dirtiest, greediest money grubbing whores of all time, which is ok because we’re ironically self-reflective about it.
We shall make the American Dreamscape shinier, but more importantly we shall talk about making the American Dreamscape shinier. Our satire is guided by an underlying sense of morality. While politics may be a total joke, the issues that face our communities are not. That’s why we make friends with wonks who actually understand public policy, despite lacking “political” skills, like wearing nice suits and spouting out cheesy metaphor-lies that embody the American Spirit and make us all feel good about ourselves.
We shall speak in highly poetic language, and verbally vanquish all who oppose us, all while wearing nice suits and having good hair, or at least a straw hat.
We shall be Creators of Truth, running the most entertaining, creative, guerilla-cowboy campaigns in the history of the entire universe.
The S.I.P shall give rise to an army of pundits who will type and shout sayings and words and slogans at the top of their lungs and keyboards. What they say does not matter, as long as they drown out all the other pundits who also don’t know what the fuck they’re talking about.
We shall shamelessly promote and plug things including but not limited to the following items: our corporate sponsors, ourselves, our campaign entertainment extravaganza fundraising dinner events, and Dave’s band, 2 Night Stand (www.2nightstandband.com), because he created this party and therefore gets to use it for self-serving purposes. Also, we shall elevate Holbrook to the status of a demi-god, because what’s the point in running for public office if people don’t worship you? Later, there’s a good chance we’ll ask you to join our cult. When this day comes, just join and don’t ask any questions. God hates people who ask questions.
We shall have 7 pillars, because the number 7 represents good luck and now that we have that we’ll win the election for sure.
But Seriously:
We believe America needs an open and honest political system where decisions are made based on facts and logic instead of politics, money, and cronyism.
We strive to educate people about the issues and get them involved in improving the communities while inspiring them to improve themselves and think outside the box.
We believe in the power of innovation - it is the socially conscience entrepreneurs who will save our world, and it is up to the government to empower them and get out of their way.
The Social Ironist Party (Party Platform)
No one embodies the current American political climate like the Social Ironist Party. Elections are about anything but the issues, which works out great for us, because we have good hair, and we speak in highly poetic sounding metaphors. The media wants to report on gaffes and sex scandals, so we’ll give it to them. In fact, our campaigns will be based on gaffes and sex scandals. The Social Ironist Party realizes that elections are ridiculous circuses, so we deal with them accordingly.
Phonetically speaking, Ideologies begin by addressing their followers (idiots.) Are you a Liberal? A Conservative? Stop. You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. With partisan-hack talking bobble-head dolls on both sides mindlessly flapping their jaws and twisting the facts so their little political football teams can win, who can you even trust anymore? The answer, of course, is the Social Ironist Party. Everything we do and say is honest, because I’m telling you right here that it isn’t, which thereby makes it true in a circularly-logical, meta-reflective sense. I told you we embody the current American political climate.
Why the Pony???
Republicans, the party of cash and Jesus, are symbolized by an elephant. The Democrats, who push pencils and create non-binding resolutions, have a donkey. No one really knows what either animal stands for.
The Social Ironist Party refuses to make the same mistake: our party animal is the pony, because ponies are the most beautiful, pure, and innocent creature on God’s otherwise dreary and mistake filled earth. Ponies symbolize the fact that America is essentially a nation of 12 year old girls.
“But”, you say, “I’m a 40 year old construction worker!”
We’re sure that you are. That’s your right as an American. Still, that doesn’t make you any less of a 12 year old girl. Perhaps it isn’t an actual, physical pony that you want (we’re using symbolism here, remember?) - maybe it’s a boat, or new rims for your pickup truck, or a 6 carat diamond ring. The point is that you’ll work a job you hate just so you can afford it, and when you finally do get it, your pony will chew up your lawn and kick you in the head. You’ll spend your time cleaning up pony poop and you’ll spend your money on oats and horseshoes and a brand new stable. Where was Daddy to tell you, “No, you’re not getting that pony.”?
Perhaps you don’t yet realize that you’re spiritually and emotionally a 12 year-old girl. This is because you have the self-reflective abilities of a 12 year-old girl. Enjoy your ponies.
7 Pillars of the Social Ironist Platform:
The Social Ironist Party shall be much, much hornier than any other political party. You only wish you could attend our National Convention. Because politics is an art form filled with money grubbing whores, we shall be the biggest, dirtiest, greediest money grubbing whores of all time, which is ok because we’re ironically self-reflective about it.
We shall make the American Dreamscape shinier, but more importantly we shall talk about making the American Dreamscape shinier. Our satire is guided by an underlying sense of morality. While politics may be a total joke, the issues that face our communities are not. That’s why we make friends with wonks who actually understand public policy, despite lacking “political” skills, like wearing nice suits and spouting out cheesy metaphor-lies that embody the American Spirit and make us all feel good about ourselves.
We shall speak in highly poetic language, and verbally vanquish all who oppose us, all while wearing nice suits and having good hair, or at least a straw hat.
We shall be Creators of Truth, running the most entertaining, creative, guerilla-cowboy campaigns in the history of the entire universe.
The S.I.P shall give rise to an army of pundits who will type and shout sayings and words and slogans at the top of their lungs and keyboards. What they say does not matter, as long as they drown out all the other pundits who also don’t know what the fuck they’re talking about.
We shall shamelessly promote and plug things including but not limited to the following items: our corporate sponsors, ourselves, our campaign entertainment extravaganza fundraising dinner events, and Dave’s band, 2 Night Stand (www.2nightstandband.com), because he created this party and therefore gets to use it for self-serving purposes. Also, we shall elevate Holbrook to the status of a demi-god, because what’s the point in running for public office if people don’t worship you? Later, there’s a good chance we’ll ask you to join our cult. When this day comes, just join and don’t ask any questions. God hates people who ask questions.
We shall have 7 pillars, because the number 7 represents good luck and now that we have that we’ll win the election for sure.
But Seriously:
We believe America needs an open and honest political system where decisions are made based on facts and logic instead of politics, money, and cronyism.
We strive to educate people about the issues and get them involved in improving the communities while inspiring them to improve themselves and think outside the box.
We believe in the power of innovation - it is the socially conscience entrepreneurs who will save our world, and it is up to the government to empower them and get out of their way.
Naked Apparition in Cowboy Boots to Dad
Due to the complexity of Divine Realization in human development, at least as it is viewed from the narrow confines of reason, several necessary interventions/directions were conveyed to Kenny R. Burck, Sr. by the Naked Apparition in Cowboy Boots prior to the deliverence of his Son Robert J. Burck, II. The Naked Apparition in Cowboy Boots, fully aware of it's desiny to unite all mankind and to convey, universally, the meaning of unity (awakened conciousness) in the till now clothed disquise of society (current idea being expounded by the universal mind), thus designed circumstances to prevent the major delusions erroneously built into 'normal' human psychology/development. The the Naked Apparition in Cowboy Boots did decree to Kenneth Burck, Robert's dad, these specific directions.
1. Kenneth Robert Burck, Sr. was to seperate Robert J. Burck, II. from himself and his mother during his early childhood in order to sever any instictual bond to them. This seperation would obliterate the false sense of security that children inherently feel in their parents due to over-protection and rediculously possessive nurturing. (Robert was left at his grandparents house for 16 days at the age of 2 while Kenny and Mary Ann went to Mexico with Robert's older sibling Kenny Burck, Jr.)
2. Kenneth Robert Burck, Sr. was to divorce his first wife, Mary Ann, so as to create a definite line of demarcation between the principles of 'being' (the mother principle) and 'doing' (the father principle). (Kenneth did divorce Mary Ann while Robert was 2.)
3. Kenneth Robert Burck, Sr. was told to marry as many times as necessary so as to relentlessly drill in the lesson of solitary, self-contained living and the futile-ness of diluting strength through un-natural, contractually supported unions which, of course, are an attempt to contain Nature against it's will. (Kenny has been married 5 times and been entirely impervious to the divorce process as undisciplined women have tried to steer him into chaos)
4. Kennth Robert Burck, Sr. is to remain mission oriented to the detriment of all else. He is to demonstrate that control over one's circumstances is survival itself. During the awakening period of his Son Robert, adolescence, through thick and thin, Kenneth is to remain single-minded to his plan and to remain unperturbed by the continuous attempts of his Son to garner attention through misdirected applications of his inexhaustible energy. (despite lengthy bouts with speech impediment, vandalism, anorexia, violence and juvenile delinquincy, Kenny never gave an iota of reactive attention, holding with fidelity all the attention in the world to actions of impeccabilty.)
These 4 guidelines did the Naked Apparition in Cowboy Boots thus decree to Kenneth Robert Burck, Sr. prior to his Son's birth.
1. Kenneth Robert Burck, Sr. was to seperate Robert J. Burck, II. from himself and his mother during his early childhood in order to sever any instictual bond to them. This seperation would obliterate the false sense of security that children inherently feel in their parents due to over-protection and rediculously possessive nurturing. (Robert was left at his grandparents house for 16 days at the age of 2 while Kenny and Mary Ann went to Mexico with Robert's older sibling Kenny Burck, Jr.)
2. Kenneth Robert Burck, Sr. was to divorce his first wife, Mary Ann, so as to create a definite line of demarcation between the principles of 'being' (the mother principle) and 'doing' (the father principle). (Kenneth did divorce Mary Ann while Robert was 2.)
3. Kenneth Robert Burck, Sr. was told to marry as many times as necessary so as to relentlessly drill in the lesson of solitary, self-contained living and the futile-ness of diluting strength through un-natural, contractually supported unions which, of course, are an attempt to contain Nature against it's will. (Kenny has been married 5 times and been entirely impervious to the divorce process as undisciplined women have tried to steer him into chaos)
4. Kennth Robert Burck, Sr. is to remain mission oriented to the detriment of all else. He is to demonstrate that control over one's circumstances is survival itself. During the awakening period of his Son Robert, adolescence, through thick and thin, Kenneth is to remain single-minded to his plan and to remain unperturbed by the continuous attempts of his Son to garner attention through misdirected applications of his inexhaustible energy. (despite lengthy bouts with speech impediment, vandalism, anorexia, violence and juvenile delinquincy, Kenny never gave an iota of reactive attention, holding with fidelity all the attention in the world to actions of impeccabilty.)
These 4 guidelines did the Naked Apparition in Cowboy Boots thus decree to Kenneth Robert Burck, Sr. prior to his Son's birth.
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Pollenating Cowboy Madness
Last couple of days have been feakin' awesome, hitting millions. Catching up from like two days ago, the Indianapolis 500 must have taken place and promos were being done in NYC which brought me several stray t.v. cameras, including Channel 6 News, Indiana, Channel 1 New York, and a host of nice News Press cameras. Got a t.v. interview with a show called Degrassi, from Canada, got some footage for a show singing about the 'Tony Awards' comming up. It's Fleet Week and so sailors from around the world are in the city and today got shots with bunches of them who were walking around the city with the press specifically to get the shots for the papers tommorrow. Had a girl come to the city specifically to have her 'first kiss' ever from Naked Cowboy, with her parents and friends, captured on video, got two virgins asking for similar services of which, though it sounds romantic, probably would not be in the best interests of any long-term plans for living and prospering in society. Also, just the 75 plus temperatures alone, massive hours of just non-stop, rippin' it up, thousands upon thousands of photos. Worked with Bank of America today singing about "free New York Yankee tickets and an additional 25$ for beer and wieners." Worked with Jambox Studios and 4Sight Music Productions today on 'Naked Cowboy Anthem Dance Mix,' will finnish, 'Get Naked' tommorrow. Going to Cincinnat on Friday to do some mass family time and promotion as well, expecting to sign on for another year with Barking Fish Lounge, the current representatives of the Naked Cowboy Reality Show. I nipped a truck's back end yesterday, rippin' some stupid ass, I mean some really cool scratches in my new truck's bumper that I'm now going daily to body shops to get fixed. It was really noticeable, then got it buffed today, tommorrow looking at some sanding and touch up, ain't about to let that shit go, like everything perfect, no dings on the car, no zits on the body, same gig. Total concentration on organization and clean up. Buddy at garage where I park everyday said it would be a thousand bucks which got me working harder and longer, then after today's buff, was quoted $375, tommorrow with what I know now, I'm lookin' for $200 or less. I was pissed as hell at myself for like 8.345 seconds before I started celebrating and writing lists of reasons why it was the greatest thing that ever happened, with things I'd do to make certain it served everyone I came into contact with regarding it's repair. Todd Rubenstein sent three more songs that will get recorded June 6-10th during Fan Fair, 'Sad Ol' Heart Break Song,' '6 Pack Away from Loving You,' and every man's song who has ever been married, 'the
Fuc-ing You Get for the Fuc-ing You Got.'
Fuc-ing You Get for the Fuc-ing You Got.'
Sunday, May 20, 2007
Naked on May 20, 2007
It's going on 9:00 p.m. just finished running 10 miles in one hour and forty minutes, building up to my marathon every other day, all summer long, ripped to the freakin' bone routine. Gary Descalfani, world famous model ran 6 of it, Cindy left the house same time I did running, did at least 6 miles. Today is day two in Times Square since pounding out 6 more hit songs in Nashville with Todd Rubenstein of TMR Records, should be on home page by Wednesday, May 23, 07, and downloadable on Snowcap. Will propogate system at I-tunes in 4-6 weeks wherein they, as well as the Naked Cowboy tracks produced by Jambox Studios (4sight music productions) will quickly reach gold, then platinum, then diamond status. Did a Korean Television Interview yesterday, and an interview with BTSI television today, whatever the hell that is. Signed a current edition of Glamour Magazine today, German print, so that must be out? I did a VH1 commercial that is running now and will continue through Memorial Day Weekend, should be able to see it within any givin' hour of the day. Have been reading Carlos Castaneda's 'Tales of Power' which, unbeknownst to me at the time, I started a new book/blog series idea wherein I'm re-writing my history, from before conception and actually planning all the major events of my life prior to their execution and re-creating even more profound emotional significance. Of course I've done this many times already, recapitulation of my entire life's events is as easy as reading my 'Childhood Stories,' 'Supermodel,' 'Legend of the Naked Cowboy' and other classics by Naked Cowboy all available on NakedCowboy.com, the writing section. A new Naked Cowboy Music Video Collection is coming out this week and can be had by going to the product page of NakedCowboy.com, by Naked Cowboy/Ron Israel Productions. Mimi, at webmaster@geekgurlz.net is putting that up, anyone interested in web design should contact her there. Aaron Spiegel is going to meet up with the 'Naked Cowboy Reality Show' in Cincinnati to do his brand new comedy routine that will be put on youtube.com. I will direct you to it's whereabouts upon completion. The Band is gearing up to do Taste of Cincinnati this coming weekend, shooting music video material for the new songs and possibly going into Todd Buck's studio, T-Bam Productions, to record 'If it's Trouble You Want,' die hard fans know what I'm talking about. Hoping to have some professional shots done by Gordon, G-man, Geraci, from Elite Photography in Cincinnati when there. For all your photography needs find Gordon at elitephotography.com. Contact Jim Knippenburg of the Cincinnati Enquirer to give him the scoop of upcomming visit, still have not heard from him.
Saturday, May 19, 2007
Creating History Today (part 1)
On March 23, 1969, a Naked Apparition in Cowboy Boots appeared before Kenneth Robert Burck Sr. Kenny, as he is called, is a very realistic, pragmatic, down right conservative man. He was reared by a Jesus Loving Protestant named Robert John Burck and a wealthy Listerman named Katherine. Not prone to metaphysical or mystical tendencies by nature and nurtured towards a more materialistic, self-reliant work ethic, Kenny was designated to experience the divine fulfillment of the creation of the world through his son Robert John Burck II. He was told by the Naked Apparition in Cowboy Boots that his current wife Mary Ann, not a virgin, would deliver the boy two days before Christmas and that he would unfold and proclaim his reign over all the nations of the world during his life time. Kenny was told that his Son would always know and declare his authority and not in any way to interfere for no such interference in the path of Robert could stand. Robert's known, inherent divinity would take root upon birth and develop into the true light of the world directing all the peoples of the world to his blue grey eyes of serenity. Kenny was told that his Son would create an 'Empire of Perfection' that would span the globe. An Empire that would spawn relics of him, armies of men until all were united under his understood Greatness and Order. The 'Deathless Reality' would be known by all, liberated once and for all from the 'village tale politics' that have reigned since the dawn of mankind and only known, preached and lived by the Few thusfar. The Naked Apparition in Cowboy Boots told Kenny to uncover all of Robert's geneology recorded in the known history of Mankind so as to allow all the people of the world to find their worldly connection to his heritage (Google 'Kenny Burck' to find your place in the family tree). Kenny herein has become the focal point in the turning of the History of the world from Lost Souls in search of Unity, to the complete realization of it. The Naked Apparition in Cowboy Boots told Kenny that upon the birth of his Son, Robert John Burck II, He (the Appartition) would be unable to again contact him but instead to listen to his Son.
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Naked on 5/16/07
I'm in Nashville, finished singing 30 takes, 6 songs, 5 times a piece, like clock-work. Todd will splice and dice and actually use the technology to facilitate 'Platinum' level product to enrich the lives of fans forever, freakin' awesome. Just ate dinner with Buck Moore who wrote most of the material, major hit song writer, 'google' him and see. I got up at 6:30ish this morning and straight to Newark Airport, Cindy dropped me off, sat and prepared to read and write in journal and instead just sat there primarily did absolutely nothing, consciously, just in the void totally aware of 'blank-slate,' 'house-clearing' so to speak (many a-fine master have stated that such an activity is actually the only truly productive thing one can do). Got on the plane and for two more hours just sat and consciously did nothing, totally content. I am a constant practitioner of travel and routine change planning so as to break un-noticed monotony, yet still, like one caught unawares, I find that all the busy, must do, planning, executing, detailing, when givin' a new back-drop, fell away like a winter coat in the spring. I remember a movie once where Nick Nolte goes to New York and when calling home states something like, 'yeah, I'm going to an interview, followed by a workout, then to the ......., gotta keep movin' here or you just feel like a total loser." Tony Robbins says something similar when discussing a trip to Fiji and states that, "it took several days before we were able to drop our busy schedules that we're so accustomed to back home." For me though, it's immediate. Where-ever I am, I seem to immediately go into the mode of the environment, or at least, I would say I use the environment to make immediate shifts that I wouldn't make in an environment that I've already, for conversation sake programmed. My point, get out of whatever you're into as often as you can. I have at least ten 'faces' I wear in any environment, I'm very diverse, I'm flexible, I cannot be cornered, I am free, yet, I get to the airport and the man/thing I become is unrecognizable and would not be understood by the man/thing I was before entry. The mind, the 'tonal,' has, when 'wise as a serpent,' the capability of ritualizing to an extraordinary degree that with the greatest level of awareness won't clearly 'see' itself as it can from a distance. My buddy Gaetano in San Diego is surely experiencing this, my brother and my friends in my band get this when I succeed in obtaining gigs out of their element, it's what I give when I sponsor 'Naked Cowboy Tours' in the summer, it's what I contribute to daily for all the tourists who visit the city as a planned departure from their usual routines. Life is an adventure. Get out and explore. It's not what will seem logical, practical, reasonable, yet, the second you go, you'll know it to be the most productive thing you can do. When the pilot on the plane today was announcing that we'd be landing in 20 minutes, the girl across the aisle pulls out this big fat camera and starts taking pictures out the window. I had an empty seat next to me so I dropped my shorts, took off my shirt, put on my hat, and she took photos on the plane. Her name was Margaret and she said she'd e-mail them to me and they are gonna look funny as all hell.
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Creating Triggers
Knowing that I'm leaving for Nashville tommorrow, today being the last day in Times Square before a three day absence, I used the 'strong finish' trigger to stay the course beyond physical exhaustion, using the 'feeling' of fatigue or emptiness as a trigger to totally be all over it with radiant happiness and unperturbability. I hit the gym in the a.m. crushing the eliptical and freeweights, also using the upcoming Nashville trip as a trigger, or deadline to be in incredible shape. Knowing that I will be in a 'life-size-pattern-interupt' while away, I am using the radically altered situation from my norm to cut back all extraneous calories while turning marathon runner as I will be able to concentrate entirely on maximizing the hills of Tennessee and the southern climate temperature hike. It will be a vacation of singing, running, and reading in a haven of country landscape and studio silence. This three days of bootcamp will bring me back to NYC, being another deadline to be in far better shape for my 'end of Spring' rock hard transition into summer. I'm using the following five days in NYC to get my miles up considerably so that when I arrive at my May 25th deadine to be in Cincinnati for the 'Taste of Cincinnati' and to see my family, all of which will be shot by Ron Israel Productions and available to the world on video, I'll be in the best shape of my life. These four days will be used as an intensified bootcamp/promotional blast in my hometown preparing me for the deadline of 'best shape of my life' to return and maintain eternally, primarily in the short term though for the NYC Summer blast. I shot photos with a National level bodybuilder in Times Square today, just happened to be there, that was a trigger to totally sprint my 8 miles tonight, no excuses. Basically, I have a constant ongoing conditioning strategy to ensure that I always have an upcomming reason to be more, do more, expand more. It's always the last day of my life and I expect it to be my best. What you are right now is what you are. What and how you do anything, is what and how you do everything. If you're climbing and improving now, you'll be doing so tomorrow. If you're gonna start tomorrow, tomorrow you'll be preparing to start the next day.
Monday, May 14, 2007
Two days prior to leaving for Nashville, just under ten years since my first trip, I'm going to work with the most powerful man in Nashville, Todd Rubenstein, CEO, Owner, King of TMR Records to record at least 9 hit songs, writen by people such as Buck Moore, Country music's #1 hit song writer and the greatest studio musicians of all time. Contrast this with my first trip out (chapter 2 taken out of the 'Greatest Success Story Ever Conciously Developed,' 'Legend of the Naked Cowboy,' available on nakedcowboy.com). Now contemplate this quote by Anthony Robbins, "most people overestimate what they can do in year, and underestimate what they can do in a decade." Now is the quote accurate, or did I create the 'reality' by having taken it in to my consciousness and willingly excepted it. I'm gonna say for now on, as I've done so for as long as I can actually remember now, that success is instantaeous, I have it now, nothing I want is not right before me now. Success like anything else is merely a feeling, a sense, a conviction of it's apparentness, to have it, is to attract it, is to be it, is to demonstrate it in one's totalilty.
Chapter 2
The First Time I Wore Underwear
It was cold and dark the night I first arrived in Nashville, October 28, 1997. I pulled off the interstate and took an exit that sounded like “mid-city.” First guy I saw I pulled over and asked if he knew where I could find a TGI Fridays. Five minutes later I was in my new work place talking with the general manager, Ali, and the following day I began work after spending two hours filling out all of their work manuals. I mingled and networked through the servers and after two days of sleeping in motels just outside of town I began staying at another server, Mark Donnelly’s, apartment. He was cool and lived only two or three miles outside of work. His apartment served as a haven for many of the servers who just sort of hung out over there smoking pot and drinking and doing what a lot of people I’ve met over the years do after work, nothing. I worked out each day at the Centennial Park Sports Complex and went out all through the day learning my way around and asking questions. I found out about the “singer/songwriting sessions” that went on somewhere in or around the city every night. Everyone I met knew someone who knew someone who could easily make me a “star” over night. This is just another way of saying they all knew I was obviously a “star” and that with their “limited” to “absolute no” experience, could get me to where I already was. I got grounded at Fridays and made certain that everyone I met knew me as what I sought to accomplish. Jogging through Centennial Park at the week’s culmination I ran across a man sitting on a park bench with his acoustic guitar. I stopped and asked him point blank, “how can I become a famous country singer?” He just looked at me seriously and said “to be a singer, you’ve got to have a real fire in your belly.” He mentioned that the average staying time in Nashville was “seven years” for success, and that was contingent upon finding a reputable songwriter who would give you his/her songs to perform. Hence the reason that Nashville is a “songwriting town.” It’s all about the songs and who’s lucky enough to sing them. Tenacity and networking and fitting into the clique. Everyone could sing. Oh, except me. Which left me with nothing but a preponderance of determination. I decided that the discussion meant that I needed to go home, write my own damn songs, learn to sing and perform them, and come back as what I would call a “complete package.” The only place I could see spending the next seven years was at home with my baby, Mindy.
The night before my departure from Nashville I went to a karaoke bar with Mark and some of his friends. Looking like a total star, as I usually do, I graced the room being continually approached by onlookers who asked, “are you going to sing?” No one could wait. When I was finally called up to sing, I was drunk and bombed like hell. The song wasn’t even in my range if I could sing. Everyone told me I did fine, but I can assure you, it was sympathy. I was excited as all hell though, and tried to sign up again but it was too late. I thought, I knew what I’d done wrong and could fix it all up. Anyway, I just wanted to sing for a crowd without nerves, and I did that. I couldn’t have given two shits, really, what it sounded like. I’d done what I’d sought to do. When we got back to the apartment that night I wrote and put music to my first song “Closed my Line.” It was about coming home to the one I loved and it only took about twenty minutes to put together, completely. Easiest thing I’d ever done. I knew I could write songs too.
I got home and went to Mindy’s apartment first thing. She lived in the same small town as me now and when arriving home from any sort of long separation, we’d live in perfect unity and love for at least a couple of days before “goal-oriented fever” would set in. At least that’s how I put it. Actually I was still, just being so damn determined to make some sort of amazing example for the world to emulate, that I ignored the one closest to my heart. I wrote twenty-five songs over the next thirty days and had them ready to be performed. I found that to be something at which I am a natural- performing. Most everyone I’d seen sing would close their eyes and go into their own world. I make up stories and then tell them to my audience. They might not sound good, but I’m thinking entertainment, and entertainment is really about communicating, and communicating is mostly visual. All along I was thinking, hey, if I got cool stories, and look cool telling them, people will like them. I guessed radio would be a problem I’d deal with later.
So I went out and bought a sound system to perform with. I made sure it was grand enough to perform at a major sports coliseum so that I wouldn’t have to come back and go through the shopping procedure again. I booked myself in every bar surrounding my hometown that would let me in. It was easy! Every club I visited said, “we’d love to have you.” They assigned me a date and I showed up. Sporadically family and friends came to see me, and Mindy came every time. Then the problem occurred. I showed up and I sucked. I performed at the “Wooden Horse,” “De Je Vu Lounge,” “Little Ditty’s,” “Back Door,” “Back Porch,” and “Bombay Bicycle Club,” once! At most of them I only got in one set before being asked to get out. The manager at the “Bombay” was really nice; the rest were like pissed off at me. I did get much better though through the process. I learned by going straight into battle how to fight, and, that again, was my objective.
I took my hard earned experience and flew to Venice Beach on December 23, 1998. I had made arrangements with a friend, Charles Worthington, to stay at his place in Hollywood. He took me to and from the airport and gave me rides to Venice Beach each day. He was the photographer who shot me in Playgirl Magazine, on a previous California trip. I wanted to get to Venice Beach because I knew I could perform for an audience each day without being told to leave, and I knew that I could experiment and determine what I could do to make people pay attention and like me for God sakes. I performed on December 24, 1998 for over six hours in jeans, boots, hat, and loosely fitting flannel shirt with the sleeves cut off. I made one dollar and two cents. The dollar was thrown in by an elderly lady who clearly felt sorry for me, and the two cents was thrown at me. When Charles picked me up after day one, he realized that I was a beaten man and told me not to give up. He suggested that I try something different like “hell, Robert, play in your underwear,” laughing, “that’ll make em’ stop.”
The next morning I took the bus to the Boardwalk. Charles said he would be down to get me by five, which would give me a total of about eight hours. I first went to the “pit” to work out, you know, “Muscle Beach,” then I went to perform. Charles had said when I left that he would bring his camera down and get some shots of me playing. Much to his surprise when he got there I had a guitar case full of dollar bills as I sang, danced and banged out tunes on the guitar in my cowboy boots, hat and underwear. He laughed and smiled like a satisfied old wise man and took a series of photos, as did hundreds of on-lookers. This had been going on for several hours. I got on the news and was a big hit. Charles was so pleased. I remember being driven back to his home, exhausted. He said, “Robert, you have passion, and that’s all it takes to be a singer.” He then laughed again and said, “my little naked cowboy". See, I knew I could sing.
Chapter 2
The First Time I Wore Underwear
It was cold and dark the night I first arrived in Nashville, October 28, 1997. I pulled off the interstate and took an exit that sounded like “mid-city.” First guy I saw I pulled over and asked if he knew where I could find a TGI Fridays. Five minutes later I was in my new work place talking with the general manager, Ali, and the following day I began work after spending two hours filling out all of their work manuals. I mingled and networked through the servers and after two days of sleeping in motels just outside of town I began staying at another server, Mark Donnelly’s, apartment. He was cool and lived only two or three miles outside of work. His apartment served as a haven for many of the servers who just sort of hung out over there smoking pot and drinking and doing what a lot of people I’ve met over the years do after work, nothing. I worked out each day at the Centennial Park Sports Complex and went out all through the day learning my way around and asking questions. I found out about the “singer/songwriting sessions” that went on somewhere in or around the city every night. Everyone I met knew someone who knew someone who could easily make me a “star” over night. This is just another way of saying they all knew I was obviously a “star” and that with their “limited” to “absolute no” experience, could get me to where I already was. I got grounded at Fridays and made certain that everyone I met knew me as what I sought to accomplish. Jogging through Centennial Park at the week’s culmination I ran across a man sitting on a park bench with his acoustic guitar. I stopped and asked him point blank, “how can I become a famous country singer?” He just looked at me seriously and said “to be a singer, you’ve got to have a real fire in your belly.” He mentioned that the average staying time in Nashville was “seven years” for success, and that was contingent upon finding a reputable songwriter who would give you his/her songs to perform. Hence the reason that Nashville is a “songwriting town.” It’s all about the songs and who’s lucky enough to sing them. Tenacity and networking and fitting into the clique. Everyone could sing. Oh, except me. Which left me with nothing but a preponderance of determination. I decided that the discussion meant that I needed to go home, write my own damn songs, learn to sing and perform them, and come back as what I would call a “complete package.” The only place I could see spending the next seven years was at home with my baby, Mindy.
The night before my departure from Nashville I went to a karaoke bar with Mark and some of his friends. Looking like a total star, as I usually do, I graced the room being continually approached by onlookers who asked, “are you going to sing?” No one could wait. When I was finally called up to sing, I was drunk and bombed like hell. The song wasn’t even in my range if I could sing. Everyone told me I did fine, but I can assure you, it was sympathy. I was excited as all hell though, and tried to sign up again but it was too late. I thought, I knew what I’d done wrong and could fix it all up. Anyway, I just wanted to sing for a crowd without nerves, and I did that. I couldn’t have given two shits, really, what it sounded like. I’d done what I’d sought to do. When we got back to the apartment that night I wrote and put music to my first song “Closed my Line.” It was about coming home to the one I loved and it only took about twenty minutes to put together, completely. Easiest thing I’d ever done. I knew I could write songs too.
I got home and went to Mindy’s apartment first thing. She lived in the same small town as me now and when arriving home from any sort of long separation, we’d live in perfect unity and love for at least a couple of days before “goal-oriented fever” would set in. At least that’s how I put it. Actually I was still, just being so damn determined to make some sort of amazing example for the world to emulate, that I ignored the one closest to my heart. I wrote twenty-five songs over the next thirty days and had them ready to be performed. I found that to be something at which I am a natural- performing. Most everyone I’d seen sing would close their eyes and go into their own world. I make up stories and then tell them to my audience. They might not sound good, but I’m thinking entertainment, and entertainment is really about communicating, and communicating is mostly visual. All along I was thinking, hey, if I got cool stories, and look cool telling them, people will like them. I guessed radio would be a problem I’d deal with later.
So I went out and bought a sound system to perform with. I made sure it was grand enough to perform at a major sports coliseum so that I wouldn’t have to come back and go through the shopping procedure again. I booked myself in every bar surrounding my hometown that would let me in. It was easy! Every club I visited said, “we’d love to have you.” They assigned me a date and I showed up. Sporadically family and friends came to see me, and Mindy came every time. Then the problem occurred. I showed up and I sucked. I performed at the “Wooden Horse,” “De Je Vu Lounge,” “Little Ditty’s,” “Back Door,” “Back Porch,” and “Bombay Bicycle Club,” once! At most of them I only got in one set before being asked to get out. The manager at the “Bombay” was really nice; the rest were like pissed off at me. I did get much better though through the process. I learned by going straight into battle how to fight, and, that again, was my objective.
I took my hard earned experience and flew to Venice Beach on December 23, 1998. I had made arrangements with a friend, Charles Worthington, to stay at his place in Hollywood. He took me to and from the airport and gave me rides to Venice Beach each day. He was the photographer who shot me in Playgirl Magazine, on a previous California trip. I wanted to get to Venice Beach because I knew I could perform for an audience each day without being told to leave, and I knew that I could experiment and determine what I could do to make people pay attention and like me for God sakes. I performed on December 24, 1998 for over six hours in jeans, boots, hat, and loosely fitting flannel shirt with the sleeves cut off. I made one dollar and two cents. The dollar was thrown in by an elderly lady who clearly felt sorry for me, and the two cents was thrown at me. When Charles picked me up after day one, he realized that I was a beaten man and told me not to give up. He suggested that I try something different like “hell, Robert, play in your underwear,” laughing, “that’ll make em’ stop.”
The next morning I took the bus to the Boardwalk. Charles said he would be down to get me by five, which would give me a total of about eight hours. I first went to the “pit” to work out, you know, “Muscle Beach,” then I went to perform. Charles had said when I left that he would bring his camera down and get some shots of me playing. Much to his surprise when he got there I had a guitar case full of dollar bills as I sang, danced and banged out tunes on the guitar in my cowboy boots, hat and underwear. He laughed and smiled like a satisfied old wise man and took a series of photos, as did hundreds of on-lookers. This had been going on for several hours. I got on the news and was a big hit. Charles was so pleased. I remember being driven back to his home, exhausted. He said, “Robert, you have passion, and that’s all it takes to be a singer.” He then laughed again and said, “my little naked cowboy". See, I knew I could sing.
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Carlos Castaneda Adventure
Yesterday I picked up 'Tales of Power' by Carlos Castaneda. Awesome as all his works. (The Teachings of Don Juan, A Seperate Reality, Journey to Ixtlan, The Second Ring of Power, The Eagle's Gift, The Fire Within, The Power of Silence, The Wheel of Time, The Active Side of Infinity) Naturally, I'm filling my head with a block of total power conveyed in terms that are consistent with the my usual yet chronicled in story line filled with colorful metaphor and just plain awesome symbolism and creativity. In short it's a series of books that detail Carlos Castaneda's (an anthropology student) apprenticeship with Don Juan (A Nagual) over a period of years. It teaches the warrior's way, dealing with concepts such as 'self-importance' (where most people's greatest amount of energy is absorbed in the upholding of), 'petty tyrants,' 'luminous bodies,' 'allies,' the 'dream-bodies,' the 'tonal' vrs the 'nagual,' 'sorcerers,' 'seeing,' 'impeccability,'etc. Most of the work is precluded by the first major task of stopping the 'internal dialogue' which is basically the voice that yaps in your head all day. With this silence, or the absense of the screen or filter of the mind out of the way, the 'true' realilty comes into being. "The world is such and such and so and so only because we talk to ourselves about it's being such and such and so and so." Consistent with 'J. Krishnamurti' and his works such as 'The First and Last Freedom,' and countless others, all again, the understanding that the mind creates a sense of security by labeling and defining, and once set, tends to confine the world to that interpretation never really re-evaluating, or re-seeing, or even 'seeing' in the sense of viewing without interpretation or judgement of any kind. This throws us into the Jesus Christ of the 'Gospel of Thomas' and all the mystic in general, yet what am I doing but defining and catagorizing and basically what 'language' does, remembering Frederich Neitzsche said, all language is abstraction and the first fallacy. Having read most of Castaneda's books I myself, like I've done with Eckhart Tolle's books, 'Power of Now' and 'A New Earth,' basically have created mental constructs and mental idols/philosophic ways of shaping reality despite these book's intentions of escaping such methodology. Sorry, off on a tangent again. Point being, I'm reading 'Tales of Power' and now I'm running backwards, I'm doing my tricep push-downs at the gym on one leg (increases memory capacity while bringing thought into the muscle, and feeling into the mind), I'm running my 7 miles (increasing this number daily) while searching the landscape for thing's I've never seen before in my existence, I'm driving with my full attention in the rear-view windows only peripherally looking forward. I'm doing what I never do, breaking all patterns, and getting definite reasons for doing things, then doing the opposite. Actually, nothing new, just another revisited source of inspiration getting me to do what I do better. Or as Anthony Robbins states, "Most people know what to do, they just don't know how to get themselves to do it." Well, let me tell you, disciplined effort, consistenty applied, whoops, gotta do the opposite, lazy, do nothing, it don't matter.
I ran tonight with Gary Desclafani, world famous model, world's biggest fan of Dicky Betts and soon to be the replacement guitar player of the Allman Brothers. I ate at Chinese Restaurant, steamed chicken and broccoli, and other than that, only a protein bar and some baked turkey and plain green peas, and water and coffee. Again the Castaneda has my entire soft-wear focused on new things and so food has taken an insignificant role in my agendaless agenda. Times Square was tremendous, sunny, high 60's, it's 'Mothers' Day' and the lined up in all shapes and sizes to have mom's butt squeezed by Naked Cowboy. I did an interview with a major 'Travel Channel,' Tourist Attraction' type outfit out of Spain, Barcelona, and basically took all the attention away again from the 'Eddie Murphy' movie being shot near 'Planet Hollywood.'(have already been approached about being in it) This morning I trained at Atlantis Health and Fitness as usual, doing eliptical and chest, back, shoulders and abs. Spoke to Gaetano, an enlightened music producer with 4sight music productions, sparking with wonder and magic as we discussed and began execution of the take-over of Facebook. Gaetano is in San Diego transforming his physique into the work of art it was/is/will eternally be intended to be. Chicken and broccoli is the cure for every know illusion/ailment. "The body must be perfection before with will is a functioning unit." -Castaneda
I ran tonight with Gary Desclafani, world famous model, world's biggest fan of Dicky Betts and soon to be the replacement guitar player of the Allman Brothers. I ate at Chinese Restaurant, steamed chicken and broccoli, and other than that, only a protein bar and some baked turkey and plain green peas, and water and coffee. Again the Castaneda has my entire soft-wear focused on new things and so food has taken an insignificant role in my agendaless agenda. Times Square was tremendous, sunny, high 60's, it's 'Mothers' Day' and the lined up in all shapes and sizes to have mom's butt squeezed by Naked Cowboy. I did an interview with a major 'Travel Channel,' Tourist Attraction' type outfit out of Spain, Barcelona, and basically took all the attention away again from the 'Eddie Murphy' movie being shot near 'Planet Hollywood.'(have already been approached about being in it) This morning I trained at Atlantis Health and Fitness as usual, doing eliptical and chest, back, shoulders and abs. Spoke to Gaetano, an enlightened music producer with 4sight music productions, sparking with wonder and magic as we discussed and began execution of the take-over of Facebook. Gaetano is in San Diego transforming his physique into the work of art it was/is/will eternally be intended to be. Chicken and broccoli is the cure for every know illusion/ailment. "The body must be perfection before with will is a functioning unit." -Castaneda
Friday, May 11, 2007
Naked on 5/11/07
Just got back from a 6 mile run, feeling awesome, push-ups off the park benches in town, no shirt, hot, steamy weather. Did Times Square today for three hours, got one of my favorite islands back, all paved and greatly expanded. There is a major renovation going on of the Tickets booth for over a year it seems and for about 3 months probably the side walk has been sealed off. It's a big point in the center of Broadway, it's silent there, and great for mass groups of pedestrian traffic at 46th and Broadway. I walked over to Sam Ash to get some guitar straps, American Flag style, met Bobby, the manager who took my number to do some upcoming promotions for them. Ended up buying at Rudy's Music cause Sam Ash and Manny's were out, took photo with owner of Rudy's for their store. Let Times Square by three, began to down pour the moment I left the parking gargage. Got call to confirm an interview tomorrow for a National Television program in Spain, Jambox recording of 'Get Naked' postponed till Monday. Had realization while out running that, again, right now is my life, always has been, always will be. Must get all coordinates up to where they have maximally been. If I was running up to 3 hours and ten minutes last year, then beyond that is what I'm looking to reach today. If I was hitting the heavy bag twice a week, same deal. If I have ever looked better, been more cardiovascularly in shape, then right now it must be. A Wayne Dyer tape I got in the car around the clock, 'Real Magic,' combined with Frankin Merrell-Wolfe in the a.m. and a re-circulation of Anthony Robbins' 'Awaken the Giant Within' damn dude, tellin' ya, gonna rock any previous, present or hypothetical future expectation of genius. The definition of 'genius' that I serve is, 'an infinite capacity for hard work.'
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Naked on VH1 on 5/10/07
Got up at 6:00 a.m. this morning to leave at 7 after rolling around stretching from lifestyle of non-stop action. Drove into city with new 'Get Naked' monster track that should get lead vocals tomorrow, been instructed to bring out my 'sleezebag' character for it? Now where would someone like myself get such a quality, good thing I'm flexible. Got to Times Square and went up to the 22nd floor of the 1515 Broadway building, MTV's building, and of course, got the usual memorandum from a host of building security personal as to Naked Cowboy protocol, went in wrong door for Naked People without credentials, however, very cool that I didn't get the overcoat routine. Was out on the Island between 45th and 46th where yesterday saw Naked Cowgirl for first time this year, she's back, bless here heart. (The second best idea I've ever seen) She's linked on my home page I think, I'll be checking now that I'm mentioning it, if not, check, youtube.com and search Naked Cowgirl. Anyway I did my own commercial for VH1 that will run to promote Memorial Day, 3 big days of TV, on their channel. It was pretty tough, 80 plus degrees, timing a coreographed dance medley with three beautiful young girls in 'daisy dukes' and having them semi-attack me and go goo goo and stuff. At the end of the main 30 second spot we did I had to end in a lunge possition and hold it over and over and over, of which I did the same with the alternate leg in between shots to maintain balance and it was, like I said, pretty tough adding a total of about 5 hours with no food which for me is about three hours longer than usual. The make-up chick was padding mass sweat. The island was roped off basically by personnel whose job it is too keep people out of the shots and so the entire times square section that we worked in was a closed photo, video shoot as well as tourists lined the entire perimeter to capture it. After it all wrapped, I went to my usual deli for baked turkey breast and broccoli, a diet iced tea Snapple then back to the Square for my usual, another 2 hours.
Went and got Chinese Chicken and Broccoli, then took Dakota (Cindy's 10 year old, youngest son) to baseball practice and while he did that, I jogged all the hell over Secaucus for 50 plus minutes. Got home and Gary D, the famous model called and wanted to go work out. Took one minute shower, dumped soaking wet clothes in hamper, out the door and busted out another set of soaking wet clothes doing back, arms, chest. Sitting here, gonna read and of course, watch the greatest show of all time, so far, Seinfeld.
Went and got Chinese Chicken and Broccoli, then took Dakota (Cindy's 10 year old, youngest son) to baseball practice and while he did that, I jogged all the hell over Secaucus for 50 plus minutes. Got home and Gary D, the famous model called and wanted to go work out. Took one minute shower, dumped soaking wet clothes in hamper, out the door and busted out another set of soaking wet clothes doing back, arms, chest. Sitting here, gonna read and of course, watch the greatest show of all time, so far, Seinfeld.
Monday, May 7, 2007
Naked on 5/7/07
Another ass kickin' day! Gaetano called last night to testify that he would be sticking to the 'nothing but Chicken and Broccoli, black coffee and water nutritional magic routine (TM)' and so I was even more pumped about it. Got out of bed blastin' with energy as always, only slept like 4 hours cause I was beamin' with energy last night too. Read some 'Awaken the Giant Within' actually finished it for no telling how many times now. Went to gym on empty stomach and did eliptical for 35 on level 16 with 'Naked Cowboy Dialogue' then did shoulders and abs. Went to Secaucus home to get ready for City and dropped off some packages at post office, envelopes with cash for nephews and nieces, 5 total, a weekly ritual. Got to Times Square and did 4 solid hours, very busy, got on national program, 'Naked News,' interviewed by hot girl in very small bikini (guessing cause I wasn't staring my ass off), and also E! television was shooting it as well. Sunny as all hell and high 70's, never ending hours of pure exstatic bliss. Went to Chinese restaurant for Chicken and Broccolli, steamed, no sauce, then went to Cindy's and rehearsed a song for a commercial I'm doing for VH1 tommorrow to be aired all Memorial Day Weekend. Then ran to track, then ran 24 laps there, 6 miles, total run, 70 minutes. Came home and answered e-mails and sang song after song, checking keys with Todd Rubenstein in Nashville, projected to have him lay all tracks prior to my 16th-18th singing camp next week. 9 tracks to be completed for album one by May 20th. Reading 'Experience and Philosophy' tonight and chillin,' each days training in pyramiding upward and onward. Besides Chicken and Broccolli at Chinese Restaurant, had two chicken breasts, two protein bars, a bag of baked lays, some steamed peas and broccolli, and some plain rice cakes with a can of albacore tuna. I will wake up tomorrow more ripped than today, and that is the agenda each and every day. More training, more dietary clean up, no chance for error. Like the 'Dialogue' states, 'R&D stands for Ripped and Determined' and everything is easier when I am so. The same garanteed approach that goes into my physical routine goes into my social, emotional, financial, historical, spiritual, etc., in fact, they are all one when fully considered, will spew that later, out, Naked Cowboy
Sunday, May 6, 2007
Cindy Goes Home
I live with Cindy Fox, anyone who know me knows her, she's on my link page to know about us check out youtube.com, or our sites. Anyway she's into belly dancing all the sudden over the last 6 months or so and she went to a belly dance festival over the weekend. She mentions that she got there, about 45 minutes from Secaucus and just stood there thinking, oh yeah, this is me. No family associations, no schedule, no familiarity, just her out in the middle of nowhere she 'knows' and just free and what a sigh of freakin' relief. No one clawing at her and no sense of 'I got ten minutes till, this, and twenty to get here, and there,' and all that shit. As she relayed the story and feeling to me she asks, 'you know what I mean?' Then she quickly say's, 'no, of course you don't.' That's right, rarely do I experience that. At least not as a shock. I feel it all the time. I live in it entirely. I got that liberation years ago. It's called the first chapter in the story of Abraham. Abraham is the first key figure in the three most known and followed religions of the entire world, Christianity, Islam, Judaism. Abraham is called by 'God' to leave his homeland and get the hell out essentially. Snakes, by literalists, are considered a symbol of evil, yet they get further along the path of enlightened conciousness than most men who never overcome their sense of family burden and resented responsibility the day they are born and leave their eggs. Once a man leave his homeland he finds a place in the world for himself. This is his center. It's where he finds his liberation, his true self divorced from the chains of Sangsara. Ram Dass speaks of how through meditation and years of searching and living with 'gurus' he found his 'heart cave' where he hangs out with Christ, Buddah, Maharaji, and the like. He's would recount how he is always reciting his mantras and just playfully participating in the 'things of the world' so to speak. The majority of humanity is in the world and rigidly to their associations that seem as real and as inescapable as iron chains (not just people but ideas such as political associations, religions, geneology, etc). Don't get me wrong, I'm not advocating dessertion of your family, only the illusion that it's not a 'choice' to be there, not an unavoidable obligation. I see myself simply in the world. I'm as free to live here in the home I'm in writing this, or in the South of France where I've never been. I left home years ago, still love them, still do whatever I can to serve them, yet don't bitch and complain about them all day as if I'm unable to leave or live my life to the fullest without any regard for their or anyone elses opinion. Only a free man can give of himself truly. Only a free heart that is personally satisfied and fulfilled has anything real to give. When you're attached and fighting for a moment to yourself that you only get every several months, you are merely indulging your own need to be needed by needy people and perpetrating the continutation of the process of unfulfilled existence. What Emerson calls Self Reliance is what Christ calls Kingdom of Heaven is what the in the East the refer to as Enlightenment, is what Frederich Neitzsche calls Overman. Every moment of my life is just freedom extended. My Naked Cowboy Dialogue is a map just to keep me from wandering out in the desert and losing all order and coherence. I'm merely playing out a chosen existence, without attachment.
Thursday, May 3, 2007
Jeff Sheripa (possible spelling error?)
Was walking around the gym in a somnambulistic (sleep-walking) state when Jeff Sheripa asked me what's up. I sprang into 'kicking ass, just got done reading some 'Naked Cowboy Dialogue,' etc. This spawned my reasoning for it, the constant up-keep and conditioning, the repetition of the purpose. Anyone not familiar with 'Naked Cowboy Dialogue' can read it in it's entireity in the writing section on nakedcowboy.com and you'll understand what's up. I started out the day with Franklin Merrell-Wolfe for two hours, rocked the shit out of Times Square for 4 solid non-stop, went to Jambox studio and sang/recorded new bomb ass track 'Everybody Get Naked' which basically involves standing in a hot box at a mic screaming a song a couple of hundred songs with mico, minute, subtle, tinky-dinky, sound more sexy, pretend you're in front of your favorite goat suggestions till they finally say, ok, sounds permissable, kind of, we'll see ya tomorrow. Got back to girlfriends house in Secaucus and did a power cleaning, empty cans, dump main can (trash), do load of laundry, all dishes cleaned and put away, windex all glass, vacuum, clean internal parts of vacuum in sink, wipe stove, takes about forty minutes including shower, did pretty good job of not bitchin' in my head the whole time about the lazy good for nothin' lazy shit assess for every single thing I did. I lived in a hotel for about 8 years while building the brand Naked Cowboy and got used to being in a perfectly controlled environment where total understanding of discipline, organization and wealth all go hand in hand and so I tend to reinforce my pattern by condemning those around me as the whole, I'm so great and perfect routine is already so well established. It's not a shitty, you're inherently bad person bickering, it's the, hey, the world rewards those who are efficient and orderly and all that stuff and just total refusal to understand why anyone would not capitalize on the opportunity to clean and organize anything and everything. (like I do) I picked up two of my girl's kids then got on the eliptical for an hour or so and was just nailing shoulders when Jeff awoke me. Now was I in the zone, totally fused with the moment and triggered to my conditioned shared mutual Tony Robbins commonalilty with Jeff to spring into a justification pattern about how I was doing my reading, or was I 'lost in thought' (the condition Eckhart Tolle claims the dysfunctional human race lives in), and not really 'present' at all. Is the analysis itself now just another layer of questioning divorcing myself even further and basically just a continuation of the desire for a non-present state, perpetrated by a mind that is defending itself from an exhausted body that was 'present' all day and now trying to escape? When I was deep into Franklin this morning I called Nancy Rawlingson (my biographer) and we talked at length as I just got my copy of 'Experience in Conciousness' back from her yesterday and basically asked how she could relinquish it withhout completing it to which, she replied she's got it on order from Amazon. We talked about the 'elixir of life,' the 'sweet ambrosia,' the 'ineffable reality,' the 'transcendental reality,' all concepts dealt with at length and to what degree experience, mine and hers, based on the reading could be affirmed or denied. It all gets wordy, and certainly, deeply explorative. Two quick takes, one, you can bend your mind to mystically peotic proportions thereby opening the mind or giving the mind a road map, if you will, that it can unfold before you and so it is. Or, by seeking this, mapping it out so to speak, you're not actually transcending anything but merely using the deceptive apparatus of the mind to create yet another desired end that is still of the mind. Like the 'whole spirit' it cannot be sought, one can only get out of the way and humbly be open to serve, surrendered and in denial of 'the world' so to speak? Like I said, wordy, and could easily give ten more takes and twists. Anyway, getting ready for meal 4, chicken and veggies, getting ripped this week as a summer special for humanity. Got confirmation on a trip to Nashville on 16,17,18, to make Country album an even faster reality that the world will celebrate eternally.
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
Naked on 5/1/07
Morning constitution was a bite today yet loved it cause I love to conquer forward as my petty 'little-me,' 'I've had enough mind bickering' goes on. Adding an additional hour of aerobics begins to increase it's 'demand' cause it immediately happens that the body takes immediately better shape and this always inspires a calorie reduction as well forcing the body to use any stored fat for energy which the body is a bit more reluctant to give up, at least not without the resistance. Today I'm going jogging to break even that monotony pattern. Nobody is going to run outside in the morning and not be invigorated once past the kicking screaming fight that 'I don't freaking want to.'
Went to the city today around noon, was waiting for Ron Israel who then called and said he was already in the city via a 'wrong' turn. Did two hours of total exstasy as the sun was shining bright, cool 70's. Ended up working with Adam, the promoter of Texas Rock Fest as he was doing filming for new upcomming web site, nyc.com. I did a film piece with the New York Rangers as well for their Stanley Cup race. Ron as I mentioned was coming and was there shooting more great footage for Naked Cowboy Reality show soon to be sold as a bulk footage package to a totally new independent entity that can wrap and distribute it free of any future work responsibilities. 50,000 to a million photos were taken during this period. I took Ron down to Jambox to meet Aymie from Barking Fish Lounge, then took in three pairs of cowboy boots to be resoled and had some steamed Chicken and Broccolli in New Jersey. Have to spend considerable time in car cause I'm learning 9 new songs to complete my country album with TMR records by June 10th, and one more song from 4Sight Music Productions to be completed? Went back to Times Square for another two and a half hours of unbelievably kick ass business, full blast in the face several more thousands upon thousands.
Ron and I left the city around 7:00p.m. and went to Gary Desclafani's condo, a really famous New York City model, and recorded a number of new songs to be put up on youtube.com in the next couple weeks, look under Naked Cowboy/Gary D Series. Two cool, guitar playin' chaps rockin' some awesome Southern Rock, eventually to be produced further.
I received 11 calls today for pricing, which currently is $1000 and hour in the New York City area, currently no exceptions and by July will have to double this to meet demand.
Currently finalizing dates for promotion in Ireland at June's end, will be working with Vodaphone, a cell phone outfit to last the entire Summer. Cindy and I will leave on the 20th for yet another paid vacation.
As with every day, only ate chicken and veggies, black coffee, water. Every penny spent has been accounted for with receipts and will be used to write off against massive income growth. I cleaned up every environment I happened upon and read my average 6 hours, today, 4 before bed, two with coffee in a.m, mostly Emerson and a book called 'The Tao is Silent.' Also knocked out some refresh with Joel Olsteens, 'Best Life Now,' very cool stuff from the smiling preacher.
Went to the city today around noon, was waiting for Ron Israel who then called and said he was already in the city via a 'wrong' turn. Did two hours of total exstasy as the sun was shining bright, cool 70's. Ended up working with Adam, the promoter of Texas Rock Fest as he was doing filming for new upcomming web site, nyc.com. I did a film piece with the New York Rangers as well for their Stanley Cup race. Ron as I mentioned was coming and was there shooting more great footage for Naked Cowboy Reality show soon to be sold as a bulk footage package to a totally new independent entity that can wrap and distribute it free of any future work responsibilities. 50,000 to a million photos were taken during this period. I took Ron down to Jambox to meet Aymie from Barking Fish Lounge, then took in three pairs of cowboy boots to be resoled and had some steamed Chicken and Broccolli in New Jersey. Have to spend considerable time in car cause I'm learning 9 new songs to complete my country album with TMR records by June 10th, and one more song from 4Sight Music Productions to be completed? Went back to Times Square for another two and a half hours of unbelievably kick ass business, full blast in the face several more thousands upon thousands.
Ron and I left the city around 7:00p.m. and went to Gary Desclafani's condo, a really famous New York City model, and recorded a number of new songs to be put up on youtube.com in the next couple weeks, look under Naked Cowboy/Gary D Series. Two cool, guitar playin' chaps rockin' some awesome Southern Rock, eventually to be produced further.
I received 11 calls today for pricing, which currently is $1000 and hour in the New York City area, currently no exceptions and by July will have to double this to meet demand.
Currently finalizing dates for promotion in Ireland at June's end, will be working with Vodaphone, a cell phone outfit to last the entire Summer. Cindy and I will leave on the 20th for yet another paid vacation.
As with every day, only ate chicken and veggies, black coffee, water. Every penny spent has been accounted for with receipts and will be used to write off against massive income growth. I cleaned up every environment I happened upon and read my average 6 hours, today, 4 before bed, two with coffee in a.m, mostly Emerson and a book called 'The Tao is Silent.' Also knocked out some refresh with Joel Olsteens, 'Best Life Now,' very cool stuff from the smiling preacher.
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