Thursday, June 04, 2009

To a Different Drummer

David Carradine.

Sheesh. Now, that guy was a real maverick. Some might say he was a bit nuts. He lived and breathed the whole hippy lifestyle. He didn't just grow a ponytail as a mid-life crisis as some boomers do (or the dreaded earring), he was the '60s.

Actor? Hit and miss, I'd say. Death Race 2000 was a hoot.

But who could forget Kung Fu?

"When you can take the pebble from my hand, it will be time for you to leave."

This show took our young imaginations to the martial arts and the perennial stoner Eastern philosophy.

There was that incident, while on LSD, where he broke into a neighbor's house and played the piano. Trouble was, he had cut his hands and evidently was playing with bloody hands.

At the height of his Kung Fu-ness, he appeared on the talk show circuit. The host had to do their best to understand his philosophic word salad, but the real kicker came when he sang one of his songs.

"It's a great big cosmic joke. Ha, ha, ha!" That was the chorus.

Charlie and I looked at each other in amused disbelief. He wasn't a faker. He was a real gone cat. Though he mellowed and became more coherent oddly enough, he was still the same wildman of years ago.

Evidently, that never changed.


The Only Mister Ed said...

I suppose he found his own way to "Kill Bill". Requiescat en pacem, grasshopper.

The Only Mister Ed said...

...and the guy who wrote the blog entry linked under 'maverick' may have told a good story, but he's just another one of those 'too cool' types who has NO concept of grammar, punctuation or spelling. Sorry to be a curmudgeon but that's how Eddie rolls, nahmeen?

eclectic guy said...

I have seen more of those types on the web than I can count.