Musical Ken
In Oxford, theres a crazy guy called Musical Ken. He walks around with his stuff in a big orange rubbish bag and sleeps in a graveyard(the one opposite Boswells, for any locals).

The joy of Musical Ken is/was (haven't seen him for a bit) his total lack of musical ability, his ignorance of that fact and his ability to talk total bullshit.

He once approached us at a cashpoint, and said 'Hi, I'm Ken - I'd like to play a song for you guys - what'll it be?'. One of my friends said 'How about 'Let It Be?''. Ken concentrated and pulled his harmonica out, solemnly raising it to his mouth. He breathed in, pressed his lips against the instrument and then blew randomly and tunelessly (and with no small amount of gobbyness) through the harmonica for a few seconds, creating the impression that several cats were being hurt simultaneously. He stopped saying 'Do you know who taught me to play harmonica?'. Obviously we didn't. 'John Lennon - I was at school with 'im. Taught me everything he knew. He also taught me to play the gee-tar'

Musical Ken then said 'This is something Bob Dylan taught me...' He tapped his foot, shook his head in time with the music and counted himself in '4,3,2,1...' before blowing into the harmonica and pushing it randomly from side to side. If it was a chorus of swinging cats before, it was a chorus of swinging cats being swung around over his head this time...

Further questioning revealed that he had co-written 'Cats' by Andrew Lloyd-Webber and had also been at school with Mick Jagger (for whom he had done studio recordings).

We love Musical Ken. He's bonkers. The best thing? When we used to say hello to him when we saw him in the street, he used to say either 'keep on rocking!' or 'you guys are crazy!'.

Bless him.
( Chrysogenated - the Uber-lurker, Thu 16 Sep 2004, 19:31, Reply)