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.'

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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