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Moondog
Louis Thomas Hardin (May 26, 1916 – September 8, 1999), also known as Moondog, was an American musician, composer, theoretician, poet and inventor of several musical instruments. He was blind from the age of 16. Hardin lived in New York City from the late 1940s until 1972, and during this time he could often be found on 6th Avenue, between 52nd and 55th Streets, wearing a cloak and a horned helmet sometimes busking or selling music, but often just standing silently on the sidewalk. He was widely recognized as "the Viking of 6th Avenue" by thousands of passersby and residents who weren't aware of his musical career. 2Biography and career 3Early life Born to an Episcopalian family in Marysville, Kansas, Hardin started playing a set of drums that he made from a cardboard box at the age of five. His family relocated to Wyoming and his father opened a trading post at Fort Bridger. He attended school in a couple of small towns. At one point, his father took him to an Arapaho Sun Dance where he sat on the lap of Chief Yellow Calf and played a tom-tom made from buffalo skin. Hardin played drums for the high school band in Hurley, Missouri before losing his sight at the age of 16 in a farm accident on July 4, 1932, involving a dynamite cap. After learning the principles of music in several schools for blind young men across middle America, he taught himself the skills of ear training and compositio
I don't want you to put a penny of that stuff in the bank. You know, I don't trust those Illuminati motherfuckers.
Lewis: I'm not even upset, even a little bit, that I was not included in the ceremonies. Moondog: Oh, you thought you'd be included? Lewis: No, well, like I said, I'm busy, anyway, so like I said, I'm not offended. And I just want to be clear, this doesn't have to do... with the incident a few years…
I get all these things going, man, and they are all turning me on. And my wires are connecting upstairs and I start to hear music in my head. You know, and the world is reverberating back and forth and I hit the frequency and I start to dance to it. My fingers get moving, my head gets soupy, I'm…
Moondog: Keep the pool hot. Jose the Pool Boy: I put it on 120 for you. Moondog: That's what I'm talking about. Keep it there, baby, and add the chlorine. Cause I may have a gang bang when I get back. I'll invite your mother. Jose the Pool Boy: Thank you, Mr. Moondog.
Moondog: Give me a lucky lotto triple seven and a cigar, would you? Cash Register Guy: Sure. Moondog: You don't sell acid, do you? Cash Register Guy: No... Moondog: That's too bad, man. This place used to.
Moondog: If I may suggest, your honor, I was told about this amazing rehab facility in the Virgin Islands that's got an open bar and 24 hour time massage. A little 'jerky-jerk' to take the edge off you in the detox period. Drain the old jizz pipe with the anti-toxins. Judge: Excuse me? Moondog: All…
It's about time you guys got here, I need help carrying my luggage!
Life is a fucking rodeo, and I’m going to suck the nectar out of it and fuck it raw until the wheels come off.
Wish me luck. I'm off to write the next great American novel. I'm going have a gangbang when I get back, I'll invite your mother.
One day I will swallow up the world.