Bio and All:

I was born a poor black child. No, wait a minute. That's a different story. Actually I was born like my counterpart and friend Johnny McDougal in the wild heart of West Virginia. But in the city more abouts. Huntington actually which was a nice little college town where I was raised on all kinds of music. Having a progressive pot smoking music teacher for a dad really put me in all kinds of places to hear music. I never knew my mom much. She was a free spirit and a bit of a junkie. Ran out when I was around 5. It'd be southern rock and blues one day, then bluegrass or country another week, classical, and maybe even psychedelic rock or whatever was found on the radio that was good. College radio always played something different or unique. So my origins in music were early I guess you could say.

I went to school and high school, made average grades, played a lot of music in all types of bands, yada yada yada blah blah blah and managed not to drop out. I went to college for a career in recording and sound production. DJed college radio while I was in school as well while juggling a college band called Subterfuge which was a grunge and southern rock type fusion. We had moderate success, played some festivals, and what not. Got good enough to marginally successful on the college scene. That was good enough for me. It was never about the money. All about the will to play and create. Which was where my drive to be a producer and such really took hold. I'd had my fill of touring and had even been over seas. So I settled in Nashville of all places for a while. Though I'd met Johnny and crew at a festival back home when they were still teens. I liked what they were trying to do and produced a lot of their records until Johnny wanted to try it on his own. He did will thanks to me I think. Helping him along some.

I produced Jack's only comeback record as well and felt honored to do it. Burying that man was probably the hardest thing I've ever done in my natural life. Besides drinking a fifth of bourbon and trying to tackle two girls at once while high as hell too. But that's besides the point. I'm a raconteur of sorts. I like to tell stories and help people tell theirs. That's what I'm here for.

Genre Specialties and Crap: Blues, Rock, Country, Alternative, Punk, Prog. Metal, Americana, Grunge

I dabble in a little bit of everything and consider myself a freelance to anybody that'll take me. I'll try out a new genre of music every now and then just for kicks. But these one's here are my staples. My meat and taters. I'll do anything that's got alt in front of it too. You can find me at my new digs in Seattle nowadays if you're looking to hire me. I also have a place in Memphis as well. Be seeing you soon I hope.

Edited by user 02 March 2014 03:27:03(UTC)  | Reason: Not specified

Hennessy: I'm more of a bourbon and whiskey type drinker. But I'll make an exception for you fine ladies and said a few bottles you're way. What can I say? I'm a classy fucking guy.

Hen: Don't take much too impress you does it brother? I thought that was a mighty fine table cloth myself.

Hen: Well Johnny's gonna wait until you're done touring with Ada to hit the road. He's not budging until you come with him. The stubborn son of a bitch. My gypsy blood will not tolerate this non-rambling. These fellas are gonna be tagging along. If you though Johnny was good people. These guys are pretty much a combination of Mayberry and Sons of Anarchy. With a little bit of Dukes of Hazzard. The guys live for muscle cars and bikes. Prepare for many speeding tickets or possible pullovers with these guys. Can charm the cheese out of a rat's mouth though.

OOC: Be proud sir! Part of Hennessy emerged from some inspiration on your part. I enjoyed Erich's ramblings. So I did something similar with Hen here. Thanks for the compliment though man I appreciate it! I actually like Erich's responses. They're sometimes poeticly aloof and fit with the nonsense. Which is basically what this is. Drugs and pac man made for a good story though I figured.

Hen: I feel like it's my duty after that life altering experience. You know to preach the gospel of pac man. Some people don't understand but that's ok. I accept all. Believers of the pac man or not. Anyway. I'm sure we'll get to hang on tour seeing as I let the guys use my plane to get to Europe. Funny I forgot I had it. It's the one thing I got from a rich dead uncle I didn't know that I actually use. Dead relatives are good for stuff like that.

Hen: I just realized I still had my old site........ Anyway. Back to the old grind. Too inebriated to come up with something coherent to write yet. But it's coming. Stay tuned kids!

Erich: if I could get out of this lazy slump I have been in,this sounds like a capital idea. For months I have been just sitting on my ass and lording it over whomever will let me. Being owner of little star power,I only got to lord it over a Boston terrier and a gentleman named Gordon. Gordon was a simple man who had delusions that he lived in the universe of dune and built statues of Gordon Elliot from old ribwiches. He would adamantly claim he was not related to Gordon Elliot,they just shared the same first name. On the distilling front,I can give a hand with that. I've ran my own absinthe distillery on the duke for years. Commercial absinthe just doesn't have the toxic metal salt content that gives that Belle Époque feeling.