the timboucher experience

I’m trying to corner the market amongst self-righteous online writer-types, such as myself, in what you could think of as Authentic Archetypal Americana™ compiled for an international audience interested in the American Experience of Our Times™. Cultural artifacts from the once Free & Might Republic. Vintage antique stuff like that. My theory is that it doesn’t have to be seen as old-fashioned and untimely though. Being this weird image of this classic American-thing… Those are the songs I’m hearing on the wind and in the city these days. Messiaen could hear the birds and frogs talking.

I spent the better part of the past year immersing myself psychologically in the American aesthetic almost stock character of the “Rambler,” somewhere between cowboy, hobo and poet. I did it consciously as sort of a persona, a personality costume composed exclusively out of things I bought, found, read or learned somehow on the internet. It’s been a fun year. I guess, if you were into that sort of lingo, you could say that I have been using the internet as some kind of holistical personality integrator. A tool to organize and modify my inner experience of myself and my life, and then broadcast that as some kind of anchor/beacon/signal for others undergoing the same process of tech-mediated alchemical transformation.

I wrote a lot of stuff about hobos and cowboys and gypsies and nomads and stuff, but I had already done most of my traveling and marauder before that. I was just living in shitty psychological environments gathering character studies of “life on the road” lived as though your town was the road and you never left it or deviated from any of your patterns. I was writing about travelers more before where now I’m pushing more towards this working class blue collar but a little bit off-kilter thing. I don’t know where it’s going, but I’ve been listening to a lot of Bruce Springsteen. Trying to graft that sort of almost theosophical song-writing onto a secondary aesthetic of an imagined post-apocalyptic New Depression [soviettiquette] era Amerikan society. Who knows, I mean, I don’t know that that’s really where it’s going. But as a story-teller, I find you have to choose a viewpoint. Best not to run and hide from it, when you could use it to interweave backlayers onto the story itself; it’s a richer experience if you happen to believe it. I do while it’s useful. I do as long as its leverage. You have to learn how to exert your leverage. Takes a while to find that point of balance.

• Seeking: Ramblin’ Jack Elliott Mp3’s (Or Torrent)
• Man tries to convert lions to Jesus
• A Just Man
• Stealing the green blanket
• Cone sex