BIOGRAPHY
SPACE GYPSY
Listen to my stuff...or don't
The universe shot me out some time ago. Since then, I been bouncing of the stars like a goddamn pinball, finally plopping down in this swamp. I make songs, cuz when I make song’s I make songs and I don’t listen to anyone, and I don’t talk to anyone and it’s just me and that inherent little song. My songs are short, my songs are not short...my songs are exactly as long as they need to be.
I play garbage cans
I play garbage cans, any shmo can play drums…but I play garbage. You ever tried it?
Step One: Take your sticks and go find the stankiest, shit-dump of an alley you can find. If it doesn’t smell like sweat & booze with junk piled three stories tall…keep lookin.
Step Two: Dig a giant hole right into the middle of the crap and make some room. Cans, glass, cardboard, pallets, old buckets…I mean, try to find something that doesn’t sound amazing.
Step Three: Start screaming at the top of your lungs ripping a Gene Hoglan thrash metal solo until you crap your pants.
Step Four: Go home and change your pants…you’re disgusting.
SIDE GIGS
I AM PANNIE X
I play with Pannie C and Pannie D. If you listen to us play…we will melt your face. It is illegal for us to play in seven states. We do not list our tour dates. When the time is right…we will find you.
Violin
I play the violin, nothin’ fancy and I play it my way. It’s made outta balsa wood and I play it with a bow strung strung from the eyebrow hair of a sloth. When you straighten those bastards out they go the distance, let me tell ya…they sound amazing, at the right tempo it’s like sloth metal is born.
That's it
Why should I tell you anything about me anyway? I don’t know you, why don’t you tell me a little something about you? But none of that boring shit, tell me something real for godsake. In fact, don’t just tell me…why should I be the only one who knows? Tell everyone…also tell thm you love my music, or tell them you hate it. I do other stuff, a lot of stuff too…but this is tit for tat…You know me as much as I know you.
Meet me in the conversation, or cry in a corner.