One of the many ways that I feel lucky,
is that I have been able to count among
my friends some of that rare kind: men
and women who invent themselves, who
pursue dreams, paying no mind to what
they were supposed to do, minding rather
some inner voice with a logic all its own. 
A few of them have managed to get some
kind of presence on the Web, and this
page links you there, as a celebration of
their stubbornness and vision. 

Painter, musician, city boy, farmboy, river-rat, nighthawk, gangster and saint.  In Michael Patterson's life, things don't stay normal for long. 

John went into the woods of Manhattan (honest) and when he came out, he was Odds Bodkin . . . and has been weaving his songs and stories ever since. 

Howard came off the street one night, another mangy drifter with his pockets full of harmonicas. . . needed a place to crash . . . and then I heard him playing.  One of---just one of---his current projects is Trio Globo.  He was also the heart and soul of the Bela Fleck & Flecktones . . . but start with Trio Globo.   
 

Visit the homepage of Alain Kurylo, one of France's greatest searchers for madness, and other preoccupations!