Christian Kane: Artist Inspiring Artist

Doing family research for this book was like bumping my head against a brick wall,especially when it came to my great-great uncle (the book character 'Slick' is based off of him) No one knew anything about this man, except  that he was white, with a half Native American mother who passed away when he was a very young age while sharecropping in North Carolina. (around 1889-1901)
One day, with a cousin, we were scanning Youtube, and a artist came across our screen.

It was Christian Kane.

That moment, we BOTH knew, from the man's husky voice to his southern accent, we would fashion 'Slick' after him. 

Needless to say, that was a year ago and  I have become a true #Kaniac. 
Everything just fits, Mr. Kane has native blood, he is from O.K., my lost relative's family was from the same state, ofcourse with native ancestry as well.  It has been a series of serendipitous moments all year, one after the other and we are both having so much fun.

That being said, I am a BIG believer in the 'Ole Big Guy' in the sky and I know there is something here.
Other artist inspire me, sure, I am NOT an island unto myself, creating in a void away from humanity. That is a given.

BUT - I AM NEVER 'star-struck' .....EVER.

I was in the fashion business for nearly 20 years. I have cursed out Calvin Klein, sent an irate email to Ralph Lauren (and still kept my freelance job 'cause he knew I was right) told Donna Karen she needed to "chill out before her head popped of her body", as well as told the Head of The Council of Fashion Designers of America that she was an "over important bitch with too much time on her hands".

So, as you can see, I'm not impressed by celebrity or authority and  the following that it 'spawns'.

So, when my steely gaze came upon Christian Kane, you can imagine the shock I felt to my rather fussy
and stoic disposition. To be frank - I AM star struck for the VERY FIRST time in my life.

If I was to ever met Mr. Kane, I would probably babble incoherently, cry and faint, all in precise sequential order.

So knowing myself the way I do, hell, I've lived in my skin for nearly.....a long time (whew almost gave it away) deep inside, I am constantly wondering to the universe.

Why?

Let's face it, Christian is a eyeful of sexy deliciousness that keeps on giving. From that husky voice that drips in middle Oklahoma dialect, to those piercing blue eyes that seem to be able to look right through people's bullshit , the  man is a 100 lb bag of 'fine as hell'.

That maybe all true, but why him, why has this man inspired me so, especially in relating to a long lost member of my family that NO ONE seems to know anything about (more family bull -we'll get into that in other blogs. This book has seemed to ruffle a lot of feathers)

Personally, being a spiritualist and a proud elder of my tribe, I think something bigger is going on and I am being used as an instrument for a bigger reason or purpose. "The River' is a book about two killers; half brothers, white and black. That's a given. But the book is also a real, no holds barred, honest look into Jim Crow Deep South and how it effected Blacks and Whites.  Yes, Black were brutalized, that will be a legacy this country will never live down.

 But what about the white folks that risks their lives because of love and doing the right thing?
What about the countless white families that helped hundreds of thousands of blacks live HUMAN lives, their front lawns being scorched by clan crosses?

MOST of all, where is the story about how we as black and white people grew closer as madness seemed to surround our lives?

My mama always told me 'Its always tha' one rotten egg that make ya throw out tha' rest of'em '.


Its time we STOP throwing each other away because of the past or what has been assumed. We need to start living as a FAMILY of a wonderful country.

In this horrid era of American history, there is only Black and White ways of seeing things, the HATED and the HATEFUL.  But what about the hundreds if not thousands shades of grey, whites and blacks that truly loved and cared for each other, in spite of it all, not giving a flying rabbit fuck what anyone thought or did?

Where is THEIR story ?

I look at myself in the mirror everyday and I see a family of native , french creole and white as well as African blood boiling in my veins,creating the unique human being that I happen to be. And my family is the same, as vast as we are as a multi-cultural and ethnic  clan, we are all THE PROOF I need.  I am the PROOF that there was love and passion back in those days, a love that would have gotten people lynched and shunned for life. Inside my blood is the FACT that there is a story that needs to be told. And tell it I will.

I'm not going to sit here and say that 'The River' is based on anthropological facts, its not.
My book is based on urban legends, family folklore as well as community based folklore derived from countless conversations with elders on all sides of my family racial spectrum. Though the book is fiction it is MY story, in its most essential essence, about brotherhood.

It just so happens that the protagonist are blood thirsty-foul mouthed-skirt chasing hoodlums.

Hell....we all can't be damn perfect.


Please CHECK OUT Christian Kane,a seriously talented singer/actor DYNAMO  his band's music can be bought on I-Tunes , Amazon as well as other sites. Also peep a visit at his site: If you love great music with heart Chris is your man: www.christiankane.com  

Also follow him in Twitter @ChristianKane101  (and say hello to the #Kaniacs for me - I'm sure they would love to hear from you! )

And yes, ALL fellow #Kaniacs - You get a FREE copy. Simply tweet me your contact information . This applies to E-pub books only.

PLEASE be advised, this is a book meant for MATURE READERS( ages 18+): Frank Sexual Language, Graphic Violence, Explicit Sexual Situations and Descriptions. When sending out free copies, I WILL be checking ages on Twitter accounts.  Sorry younguns.