Posts Tagged ‘Lebowski Fest’

I’m So Broke

June 9th, 2017

I have a gig next month and I don’t want to play it. I shouldn’t play it. I’m prostituting myself for a quick buck.


Playing old songs that I don’t want to play. Songs I hate playing. Because I know I’ll get paid. I need the money. I hate it. I don’t want to do it.


I want everyone to feel what I feel. I want everyone to feel my pain just for a moment. Those old songs barely hint at how I feel anymore. I’m screaming on the inside.


I need the money. I’m such a mess this gig will help me take care of a few expenses. I need everyone to hear my pain. I want you to hear my pain. You should hear my pain. You deserve it. I want you to feel how I feel. Why should you get to have a good time? Why should I suffer alone?

Goin’ Back To Lebowski Fest

April 10th, 2013

I think I’m goin’ back to the things I learned so well. . . which mean going to Louisville and giving Lebowski Fest a double-barrel of Kentucky Prophet!



This will be my fourth performance at a Lebowski Fest. But instead of stinking up the Saturday garden party, I’m going to throw some funk on the Friday night festivities, opening up for the Kyle Gass Band. You’ll know Kyle as KG or Kage from Tenacious D. I don’t even know why I bothered typing that. Duh.


Here’s what you get on Friday, July 19th. Me, the Prophet, back again. Me and my backing tracks. Blasting caps in asses again. Sending out intercontinental vibrations. Sending out thick uncut pure Kentucky Prophetisms.


Surprises? I’m working on it. July 19th isn’t far away. Special good times. Get ready. Prophet will return.