Just when the world of music was getting cold, and the crows and vultures were coming to eat the run-over remains of a music industry that wasn't looking both ways, so the dawn of a new day arose. Not BC or AD...the world began a new era, NV. Straight from the non-violent suburb streets, a hood where dogs bark and children learn how to play the game of livin' on the street...or at least living in a warm, safe house with positive parents, next to the street. With his trouble-free past, Nik Voelz took his pain and tragedy, of which there was little, and poured his musician heart and soul into a nice hot cup of Spagettios. And there he created a vocabulary, not of pasta letters, but a musical vocabulary that would soothe the hearts of every attractive female, while at the same time retaining the mutual admiration of his male counterparts.
Having built a rocket and blasting himself off into space, not think about the fact that he needed the proper permit or enough air to get past the moon, Nik set his sights on being the first man to land on the sun, these are the only recordings left of the genius that was nik voelz.
