Mad Violinist of Union Square

If you’ve read much of my work, you already know I have a thing for mad violinists.

And I listen to people like Emilie Autumn and Lili Hadyn and Vanessa Storm, all of whom do things with violins.

If the truth is told, however, I probably project the madness. It’s more in me than in any of them.

I wrote once, in a journal, something like this: “If you find yourself surrounded by strangeness, and there’s an amazingly beautiful woman, and perhaps some poison, a few sharp knives, a ghost or a fairy or a phantom, and in the background you hear the sweet, mournful call of a violin, you know you’re in a John Urbancik story, and you know you’re probably doomed.”