One of my bands,  Des Peres named our new album The Adventures of Cowboy and Miniman, and huge numbers of people have been asking for the meaning of the title.

On October 14, in my third blog, I explained who Cowboy and Miniman were (Scroll down to see). Here is a little further insight into the type of brave and creative men they were.

Cowboy and Miniman loved to fight. They loved to attack, burst forward, charge, surround, launch missiles, block, thrust, encircle, destroy.

But that last word was the one thing they seemed incapable of doing. Their strength and military knowledge were on such equal footing that neither could shift their opponent even an inch. That’s not to presume that losses weren’t taken. In fact, huge losses were taken on both sides.

Battle forces were smashed and women lost husbands. But just as armies were lost, they were rebuilt. These foreign adventurers and warmongers had persuasive gifts, including the tongue and the gold coin.

Their spirit of discovery had long since changed from the desire to find lost treasures. Instead, rare powers were sought by both leaders to gain the upper hand.

Miniman possessed a great talent in his voice. He had the type of voice that could sail, drift, or float, but more importantly, when really turned up to its full volume through methods of diaphragm control, it could pierce through shards of glass, shattering them into a million pieces.

At nights before a battle or on a long march through the thick jungles when his men were tired, he would use his voice to calm his men by singing out over the camp, but it was the vengeful side of his voice that became his interest in his current position, trying to discover his inner weapon.

If he could train others in his army the power of the human voice to wreak havoc over whatever it was aimed at, surely, he would have a weapon at his disposal to crush his weak-eared opponent.

There were many reasons for both the beauty and sharp ugliness of his voice. But the predominant one was linked to him being a mini man, smaller than small in both size and stature. His newly chosen choir of soldiers was now set to become his highly skilled killing machine. Miniman trained them using the most modern signing techniques, how to hold your note, how to articulate, how to fire out the rhythm, how to lull your enemies in with slowly shifting melody, which to control your breathing and stomach muscles to increase in pitch but most importantly he had them all castrated. And then they were ready, for they to had become the ultimate Mini Man army.

So one evening, he marched his choir out……..

To celebrate the release of the album “The Adventours of Cowboy and Miniman” I tattooeed the following picture onto my arm. It was drawn and designed by my then four year old son Kalani Robinson and features both Cowboy and Miniman.