It’s July 2014 and KARL HENDRICKS COULD USE YOUR HELP.
No, this is not a fuckin’ record review from yesteryear, it’s a request for you to consider helping out Mr. Karl Hendricks of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. He’s dealing with some medical recovery issues. This is what Comedy Minus One’s Jon Solomon wrote:
- “Make a donation to help our friend Karl Hendricks defer medical expenses as he recovers from oral cancer.
- For over 20 years Pittsburgh’s Karl Hendricks has been not only a good friend, but one of my favorite musicians. I’m not alone in either of these regards. Karl has personally served as an inspiration to me as a dad, a writer and a small business owner as Karl’s the individual who keeps the excellent Sound Cat Records running smoothly. He’s a quiet guy, not one to draw attention to himself and certainly not a person who is comfortable asking for help in this fashion. His friends however aren’t as reserved. That’s why I am writing these words today.
- In short: Karl Hendricks has oral cancer. He is working to get better, but it is going to be a long road to recovery. If you would like to make a financial contribution to Team Hendricks, you can do so using this site. This fundraiser is being done with his consent. With Karl unable to work this summer as he mends, times are tight in his household and if you’ve ever appreciated what Karl has done to better your own life, please consider passing some money his way.”
- Thank you!
I did things in my 30s that were ignored by the world, that could have been quickly labeled a failure. Here’s a classic example; in 1974 I did a movie called Phantom of the Paradise. Phantom of the Paradise, which was a huge flop in this country. There were only two cities in the world where it had any real success: Winnipeg, in Canada, and Paris, France. So, okay, let’s write it off as a failure. Maybe you could do that.
But all of the sudden, I’m in Mexico, and a 16-year-old boy comes up to me at a concert with an album - a Phantom of the Paradise soundtrack- and asks me to sign it. I sign it. Evidently I was nice to him and we had a nice little conversation. I don’t remember the moment, I remember signing the album (I don’t know if I think I remember or if I actually remember). But this little 14 or 16, whatever old this guy was… Well I know who the guy is now because I’m writing a musical based on Pan’s Labyrinth; it’s Guillermo del Toro.
The work that I’ve done with Daft Punk it’s totally related to them seeing Phantom of the Paradise 20 times and deciding they’re going to reach out to this 70-year-old songwriter to get involved in an album called Random Access Memories.
So, what is the lesson in that? The lesson for me is being very careful about what you label a failure in your life. Be careful about throwing something in the round file as garbage because you may find that it’s the headwaters of a relationship that you can’t even imagine it’s coming in your future."