One thing about Linus: he has a remarkable singing voice. It would only make sense that Linus pays homage to the Police at the P.Nutz Club on karaoke night. The Police are eclectic, like Linus, influenced by punk, reggae and jazz. Literate and informed, Linus digs any band that can pull off pop stardom while streaming the likes of Carl Jung and Arthur Koestler.
Herein is Linus's charm. Disarming, his non-threatening persona is equally equipped to challenge everything from misinformed mythologies to abnormal psychology. He is a theologian and a philosopher; an investigative scientist and a poet.
And when the days grow short and the air crisps with chill, Linus dons his blue cloak and ski cap for a long stroll to breathe deep the hushing sounds of industry and the rushing wisp of October's exhales. Schizophrenic sidewalks scroll under his feet; aging grays and cobbled brick and asphalt scars tell the story of city founders and boom and bust; harsh winters and neglect and taken-for-grantedness flickering like a nickelodeon show.
And when the sidewalk's story wheezes to an end, Linus looks up to find himself standing outside the P.Nutz. The walls rattle to the revelry inside. Voices rush together: orchestral tuning to an oboe's happy "A".
Inside, Linus waits patiently at his table for his chance. He sings the Police. That is no surprise. But who does Linus sing of when he coos "every little thing she does is magic..."?
One more "x factor" in Linus's long list of charms: a man of mystery. No wonder Sally is so smitten.
http://youtu.be/6AvBL2Mx2xA
Herein is Linus's charm. Disarming, his non-threatening persona is equally equipped to challenge everything from misinformed mythologies to abnormal psychology. He is a theologian and a philosopher; an investigative scientist and a poet.
And when the days grow short and the air crisps with chill, Linus dons his blue cloak and ski cap for a long stroll to breathe deep the hushing sounds of industry and the rushing wisp of October's exhales. Schizophrenic sidewalks scroll under his feet; aging grays and cobbled brick and asphalt scars tell the story of city founders and boom and bust; harsh winters and neglect and taken-for-grantedness flickering like a nickelodeon show.
And when the sidewalk's story wheezes to an end, Linus looks up to find himself standing outside the P.Nutz. The walls rattle to the revelry inside. Voices rush together: orchestral tuning to an oboe's happy "A".
Inside, Linus waits patiently at his table for his chance. He sings the Police. That is no surprise. But who does Linus sing of when he coos "every little thing she does is magic..."?
One more "x factor" in Linus's long list of charms: a man of mystery. No wonder Sally is so smitten.
http://youtu.be/6AvBL2Mx2xA
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