An urban cowboy is seemingly a paradoxical figure, but not necessarily so. A cowboy is like grass growing between the tiles. Although the space in a square system is tight, no matter how small, it allows uncontrolled growth. Cowboys seldom meet. If they meet, it is short and to the point. It is lonesome, but never alone. I went looking for them in my town.<\/p>\n
by Bert van der Zee<\/em><\/p>\n If the city differs from the Wild West, then it is because of the gigantic density of people. More tiles, more overgrowth, more cowboys. And no matter how much cowboys differ from each other in appearance, and in their comings and goings, they are cut from the same cloth, and you can smell it. It takes courage to display your authenticity, but for an urban cowboy it is an effortless activity. The city has different laws, other needs, other opportunities, <\/strong>but the dialogue the cowboy has with all this is unchanged. Again and again that question: \u201cWhat will I do with my freedom today?\u201d In my circle of friends I found some cowboys. I asked them about their cowboy life, and what makes them a cowboy. And no matter how typically they fit the profile, while talking with me, they trample on the framework of what a cowboy is. Therefore, according to themselves, they never really fit the cowboy profile- the one that does not exist anyway. This exactly befits a cowboy. At least for some of them.<\/p>\n This year, Casper has officially been my friend. He is an urban cowboy, I think. Is it his style of clothing? His tightly shaved beard line? Is it because he greets women on the street that he has never met before and sometimes serves them breakfast the next morning? No, it\u2019s his Honda motorcycle. Or maybe it is simply because making an appointment with him via the telephone doesn\u2019t work, and I constantly run into him when we have forgotten about each other. \u201cAn urban cowboy knows the laws of the jungle and the laws of the city\u201d, he says, \u201c he knows how to play, to get what he wants. How to deal with a woman. How to get a well-paid job. What are the \u201cmust-goes.\u201d<\/p>\n According to Casper, a yup might be an urban cowboy and also vice versa. However according to him there is an essential difference. \u201cSelf-enrichment isn\u2019t a priority\u201d, he explains. \u201cA free spirit takes what he needs. He does not work for the system, but lets the system work itself\u201d.<\/p>\n When I spoke with Casper I couldn\u2019t get out of my head something I once read: \u201cIf you want to kill the king, you must become his best friend”. An urban cowboy doesn\u2019t rebel. He knows the legal loopholes and slips through them with style. \u201c In that sense, I don\u2019t think I am an urban cowboy\u201d, Casper tells me, \u201cbecause financially I don\u2019t have that independence yet\u201d. With funky merchandise an urban cowboy earns his money, on which they live well, without holding out their hands. Yet at the same time they don\u2019t depend on their own success. Losing freedom, is not the issue.\u00a0 Buying a house? It\u2019s possible. As long as it gives freedom instead of taking it away.\u201d While Casper tells me this, he shakes sand out of his ears, from Black Rock Desert, where he met, Burning Man, at the festival. Real cowboys.<\/p>\n What brings me and my other friend Jasper together, is that we meet each other everywhere and nowhere. Jasper is a vagabond, a \u2018stroller number one\u2019. In his own words, a cowboy without a hat. Is this perhaps because the urban landscape offers enough shadow? On his feet, even more so than by bike, he strolls around city. He is always accompanied by everybody. \u201cStrolling is the best there is\u201d, he says, \u201cFor adventure you don\u2019t have to travel far. Everything is around you\u201d. His eyes aren\u2019t always focused on the horizon. He thinks an urban cowboy is easily recognisable. \u201cThey smoke. That\u2019s a must. And they have masculine qualities. They don\u2019t own a horse but a bike or a Vespa. At the same time they can\u2019t be categorised based on style of clothing\u201d, according to Jasper.<\/p>\n He thinks it is \u00a0more a certain agility that makes an urban man, a cowboy. The modern form of throwing a lasso is skateboarding, walking a tightrope, or throwing garbage bags. It will always remain a mystery, but it\u2019s true. \u201cAn urban cowboy is popular with women. He doesn\u2019t hesitate to sleep with a lot of women. But at the same time he is a loner. He doesn\u2019t have a lot of friends, but he is actually also never alone. Except in his wilfulness\u201d, Jasper explains. \u201cAnd obviously, an urban cowboy is into music\u201d, he added. Jasper doesn\u2019t throw lassos, but vinyl.\u00a0 He plays records, samples them and transforms them into complete new hip-hop beats, which he performs live, in bars, living rooms and street tunnels.<\/p>\n The third cowboy in my circle of friends is Joshua. I haven\u2019t seen him for years. And still: if I have to drive someone in and out the cowboy category, it is Joshua. He simply has the looks. It is inspiring, how someone so good looking, shows sheer sympathy. His smile displays a low dentist invoice. Arrogance is unknown to him. You might come across Joshua anywhere on this planet. I would say during all four seasons. In summer he builds and dismantles gigantic staging and installations at festivals. Thick skin on hands and soul. He knows the paradox of independence in being together. He once said: \u201dThe only thing I need while travelling is a bottle of water, the rest will come.\u201d<\/p>\n I contacted him via facebook, because he was in Tokyo. The cowboy label he dismissed immediately. \u201cI think it has a negative ring, cowboy. Someone who doesn\u2019t care about anybody and complies distinctly to his self-created rules and therefore upsets others. Not that I am pro shackles of convention\u201d, he added. \u201cI\u2019d rather see myself as an Urban Ninja. Someone who in ignorance makes things happen, and goes for the big picture, without anyone really noticing. Sometimes clockwise, sometimes not. Urban cowboy sounds to me a bit silly and rebellious. Loud but without substantial actions that inspire or are effective. Anyway, what\u2019s in a word? All interpretations of something that is empty in reality.\u201d<\/p>\n I can\u2019t wait until I forget about Joshua and run into him somewhere, escaping the same safety-net; \u00a0an endless variation on that theme of free movement. If words are a lasso then sometimes you catch and sometimes you miss. Finally, here is my version of a typical urban cowboy. Auto-biographical? Perhaps, except for the moments when I miss. It still is colouring outside the lines.<\/p>\n Urban Cowboy?<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n Someone who is well dressed but who isn\u2019t afraid to become dirty. Prepared for everything he wants to experience.\u00a0Not only does he always have his phone charger with him, but also a powerbank, condoms, lighter, pen, pocketknife, deo, passport, ear plugs, toothpicks, chewing gum, a little bottle of water, cash and atm pass.\u00a0He owns compact but robust transportation: a bike, skateboard, a moped. He doesn\u2019t own a car or a motorcycle because that could limit him. Photo: Jasmijn Schrofer<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
\nHe distinguishes style from imitation, but isn\u2019t afraid to dissolve into the crowd. He doesn\u2019t display his taste but he casually gives it away as a result of immediate need.
\nHe is a person who is just as happy with a bag of chips, as with a four-course meal in a five star restaurant.
\nHis cultural background is negligible but not lost. On the contrary, he honours his roots but washed away the traces and blends easily into any other culture.
\nHe is a person who doesn\u2019t derive his strength from systematic training but from the need for movement.
\nHe dances, he is invisible. If you see him, you will recognise him immediately; you want something from him that he will never give and yet he is generous and shares that what is needed. Someone who, in a group, is camouflaged but in front of an audience bursting with confidence.
\nThere is no woman in who he finds something he didn\u2019t receive from his mother.
\nHe wouldn\u2019t hurt a fly, but if blood must be spilled, there will be blood.
\nHe gets a smooth shave without an appointment.
\nAnd above all, he carries a handkerchief with him because you never know when you will get your hands dirty.<\/em><\/p>\n