Music:
Member Since: 4/24/2006
Band Website: kipcairo.com
Band Members: Mr. Kip Cairo. Dr. Kip Cairo, PhD. The Reverend Kip Cairo. Sir Kip Cairo. Lord Kip Cairo. Kip Cairo the First and Only.INtroduction --Open Tryouts
Influences: Ernie Sploom. Bobby Zimmerman. Allen Ginsberg. The Beatles. The gust of wind just before a rainstorm. The rolling of thunder. The rolling of stones. The rolling of hills. The Rolling Stones. Primo Levi. Iggy Pop. Raucous Rodriguez and the Rebop Revolution. Jack Kerouac. J.D. Salinger. The builders of the Brooklyn Bridge. Kronos Quartet. The Dome Patrol: Pat, Ricky, Vaughan, and Sam. Marcus Wellby, M.D.. The lone cello in a dimly lit room with one open window. Sam I am Beckett, playwright extraordinaire. Krapp, and his last tape, and all his other tapes, for that matter. Kermit, Fozzie, Piggy, Gonzo, and Animal. John Malkovich in True West. Sam Shepard. Joseph Chaikin. John Lahr's Astonish Me. Tommy Nohilly. John Ford Noonan. The crack of baseball bat meeting ball, and the roar of the crowd soon after. Wrigley Field. The Ivy Gardeners of Wrigley Field. Anyone who can legitimately call himself/herself a "Bleacher Bum" of Wrigley Field. Andre Dawson, Ernie Banks. Akira Kurosawa. A Thin Red Line. Wim Wenders. Robert Duvall. The Mohawk I once had when I was twenty nine years old. Matilda Flarp. Hart Crane. Baudelaire. Rimbaud. Nabokov. John Donne. Jon Kowalski. Professor Schnitzelplum. Leon Diddlebach. Stanley Hummsickle, Sr. Tyler Hummsickle, Jr. Willie Shakes. Ludie Van and the Beetheavies. Christopher Marlowe. John Donne. J. Alfred Prufrock, wherever he may be. Joe Strummer. Mick Jones. Johnny Rotten. John and Yoko. The Walrus. Whoever it was who really did come in through the bathroom window. Dr. Yessica Faust, the poetry and drama teacher of mine when I was a mere twenty two years of age.
Sounds Like: Race Car Engines. Mocking birds. Distant sirens. Thunder rolling in. The crack of lighning, the crack of an egg, the sizzle in the pan soon after, the crack of the bat when meeting ball, the roar of the crowd soon after. Bottle Rockets. Alarum Bells. Steeple Bells. Wedding Bells. The frantic ripping apart of wrapping paper on Christmas Morning. Wholesome. Unity. The slow crescendo of a train leaving the station. Hoping for a better break, a better something, a new beginning, a new tomorrow. The honking of horns. The louder silence of uncomfortable adjustments in the seats surrounding the lone voice whose screams border on breakdown, barely hinting at crumbling into sobs, coming from above, as the lunatic stands on the seat in the center of the quiet auditorium.
Record Label: BrouHaHa Books (a div. of Welcome to the ON Place)
Type of Label: None
