The composer for The Residents begins his retirement from the group after forty years with a series of insightful tales of life outside of an eyeball. Twenty-nine music examples included.
Hardy Fox as Charles "Bobuck" (think the name game), or under some other name, composed for The Residents until 2016. The Residents had all but stopped making albums after 2008 but Bobuck kept doing what he always did, so he made Charles Bobuck albums instead of Residents albums. With allusions to Residents history, this is a wispy, dream-like recollection of post-band life for Bobuck as the obscure composer for the obscure group while considering old friends, new contacts, and life as a composer. Bobuck introduces us to his husband, neighborhood contacts in an arc that flashes back to Texas and Louisiana while marking the journey from the Shadowlands trilogy (Randy, Chuck, and Bob. It is calm, mysterious, forthcoming and also reserved. It has a soundtrack. This may be the most revealing missive from inside the closed camp that is available.
Sometimes I don’t even feel like I am in The Residents anymore. I’m the ghost writer for their music, hidden away in a studio on a chicken farm that has no chickens.
If you're at all curious about creative people who came up in the '60s/'70s, I think this book indirectly reveals a lot. It's a very conversational read, kind of like a one-way chat over coffee that you just can't tear yourself away from. Knowing who The Residents are and what they did will help you enjoy it, but I don't think that such knowledge is entirely necessary.
I read this in one sitting. Having heard of Hardy Fox's death yesterday it seemed appropriate to commemorate the man who was one of the (mostly anonymous) forces behind avant-garde band The Residents. Charles Bobuck being another pseudonym. It contains some great insights into the man - whether these anecdotes are truth or fiction is not relevant - and I greatly enjoyed it.