Ken you are giant amoung flea\'s. Your work consistently amazes me. Whatever happens with this Jon Anderson thing, the band and the fans all owe you a debt of thanks for everything that you do.
I think it\'s time I share this little Ken story with .info. A few years back there was a few of us hanging out in the parking lot @ Porters during set break. We were all pretty fucked up. Spacey walks over to the dark side of the lot, I guess nature was calling... or he had to puke (you know Spacey). Next thing I know you hear him screaming, frankly like a 7 year old girl, we look over to see him getting dragged into the brush by this huge Swamp Thing like creature. It had to be huge to drag Spacey anywhere, right?! We all run to the edge of the lot and grab his arms and shirt to try to free him from this wetland creature, but it was just to strong and tore our poor friend from our grasp and into the darkness. Out of nowhere Ken comes flying in on that step ladder (you know the one he jerryrigs his recording gear to). And when I say flying, I mean this cat was like 6 feet off the ground, riding the step stool like a chariot. He plunges into the darkness and emerges moments later with Spacey on board. As his step stool chariot comes hovering to the ground and Spacey hopes off, I notice that between Kens teeth is the torn "flipper ear" of the Swamp Thing. I tried to point it out to the others, but Ken slurped it into his mouth. As he glided away, I heard him say "Mmmm, tastes like chicken."
(written without the return key in quiet tribute)
