when i was a kid i went to school with a girl by the name of katie rabineau, we weren't close friends but we were friendly and coincidentally my brother mis-spent his youth with her brother chris. one of my favourite memories is of lorin and chris showing up at my hospital bed to see me after liam was born and commenting on his enormous red newborn balls.
yeah well, anyway katie looked exactly like her mum but her mum wasnt in school uniform as we were, she had long long blonde plaits and wore long multicoloured dresses. katies dad had a scruffy beard and the front yard of their house was a bit of a jungle. my mind boggled when katie said that when they got too much stuff to fit in the house they built more rooms on.
i was a little awed and a little fascinated by this exceptionally bohemian seeming set-up in middle class bardwell park. i didn't understand it but i was drawn to it in an odd way and over the years i have continued to be a little bit awed and a little bit impressed by any variety of bohemia but i wasn't one of them so i went on with my average life and somewhere in the intervening years i unwittingly created my own little bohemia right here with overgrown front yard jungle and my pseudo artistic writerly pursuits, then there's the child who refuses to comb his hair. i regard that as eccentric. and there's the child who dyes his hair purple and produced artworks of merit from early childhood. then there's the one who wore the helicopter hat to the shops. obviously there has to be someone conventional in that mad lot and there is. she rolls her eyes and tell us not to be embarrassing.
well last night i was sitting up late, because artistes dont keep regular hours, tapping away on my keyboard, fuelled by my latest brainstorm of writing a memoir. mr purple hair was sitting there with me, composing. composing! my child writing music, not rock music either but music inspired by mozart ("what was his first name?" he asks me "wolfgang" "oh yeah, wolfgang, what a cool name, i'm totally calling my child wolfgang")
yeah so anyway, some day someone will come along and expose me as an imposter in bohemia but until they do i'm staying right here cocooned in my very own soft core version.