<... I come to California in 1974 to investigate phony guru activities. In guise of garbanzo bean wholesaler, I am working for secret government that consist of six people; myself and four others. One day while infiltrating ashram of some phony guru I have experience that change my life. I am sitting under blanket, pretending to meditate on tip of my nose, when suddenly I hear a thunderous noise. I open my eyes and discover a piano has fallen through the ceiling. Seated on top of piano is man named Norman, who in the matter of thirty seconds asks me for spare change, tells me he delivers babies, admits to being a phony guru, and plays Rhapsody in Blue to perfection. On that day, Spoonman cry because he realize he no longer has to put life into order. Order of unordered events is order enough. Wait, you will see what there is to see. Suddenly, I know what man must feel when he is driven to be a phony guru. I stopped investigating activities that day. Phony gurus are as good as true gurus, maybe even better. There is more to laugh at.

After that, Spoonman go into show business and join circus; Don Spoonman the Balloonman, I join up with Jolly Wally's Wonder Follies. I walk tightrope, juggle, and speak voices of puppets. First Spoonman puppet shows. We build fantastic stage wagon, complete with trap doors. We travel around performing for unsuspecting citizens. Wherever we go we leave behind crowds of gaping mouths. From this came idea for Cobra Lounge. Then, as now, I look into faces of audience and see face of higher power. Higher power waits there with mouthful of milk and fate of mankind, trying hard not to laugh, and maybe higher power can hold it in, and we can keep going on, but if higher power blows it and laughs, then milk will shoot through his nose, and we will have blown it too. Thanks for the memories.

Now I am only registered Spoonman in California. People ask me what is Spoonman. He is friend as well as difficult to master boomerang personality. He is man who knows that difference between human mind and yo-yo is only one of shape. Spoonman is artificial limb to higher power just as spoon is artificial limb to man. Apollinaire said, "... the stage is no more the life it represents than the wheel is a leg." Things are rarely as they appear to be.

We go through life trying to mix the right parts of this and that, so that we will be happy, our children will live long, and our memory will be respected, and in doing so sometimes we forget larger picture. Spoonman is here to remind us of beauty in everyday life. Spoonman is spirit inside spoon that feeds your face. Not the spoon in me, but me in the spoon. Spoons of life, spoons of death. Like plow cuts earth, like ax chops wood, so spoon digs into piping hot clay pot and delivers up steamed clams and answered prayers. Mighty spoon, most ancient symbol of civilization that has not been improved upon since the dawn of time. You, me, and the Spoon.