June 3, 2017
Bill Camplin and Randy Sabien
7-10pm
$10 (suggested donation)
Bill Camplin – BIO in his own words
Born after doctor recommends that Clara have another baby to give her something to do…
This after already having given birth to 5 children…
Feels so good she has another.
(#6)Hears Ave Maria in the cradle…produces predilection for weepy ballads.
Lives normal childhood on a dead end street…on lake…next to railroad tracks.
Stays outdoors nearly all day in the summers…
Hears “It’s My Party and I’ll Cry If I Want To…”
Develops standards with regards to weepy ballads.
Time goes by…
A Teacher discovers him…
He serves his detentions…
Encounters another teacher who invites him to sing.
Goes to fields and factories in no particular order…
Dreams the unoriginal dreams of the young…
And is tempted by music.
Gives in.
Begins writing songs in vain attempt to gain control of content…
Has fun in spite of self…receives some recognition…
And has to write his first bio.
Decades pass.
Still following the muse…but not much temptation to speak about…
Still abusing four syllable words…like oligarchy…like epiphany…
Living normal adulthood.
A nuclear family…two autos…but no partridge.
Singing late at night in the café…
Buffing and polishing in a haphazard way…
The detritus of an unseen boulder.
Meeting more people than there are separate names for.
Hearing so many voices…hearing so many voicings…when overwhelmed…
Keep singing.
Live and learn…oh that’s not original?
Speaking of which…
A bio is a collection of lies…
I wish them to be somebody else’s.
