Karl says he lives in a place called Findhorn in the North East of Scotland.
He says he's been an anarchist squatter, a carpenter, an estranged son and a choreographer.
He says being a white male middle aged artist is lonely.
He says it's not spiritual when he dances, but he thinks he makes dances as an antidote to a world that fundamentally makes no sense to him.
(to the tune of 'Prole Art Threat' by The Fall or 'Blindness' by The Fall)