Many people are really fucking disingenuous here. Sod that, it's all about respect: Cristian Vogel, Circuit Breaker / Platikman / FUSE era Hawtin, Fugazi, Claude Debussy, Richard D James, early Autechre, Tom Jenkinson, Neil Landstrumm, Primus, Speedy J, DBX, Todd Sines, Ohio's Ele-Mental Crew, Minutemen, the people in my immediate life, Donald Judd, Wassily Kandinsky, John Cage, Joan Miro, Edgard Varese, BIG BLACK, Ween, Braniac, Bikini Kill, Local Ohio Bands - circa 92 to 98, Tim Exile.
Me? Do you really care?
Well, my story is the typical "boy finds music, music finds him" prattle told ad infinitum through the annuls of band bios. So, failing the relevance of that, enjoy this:
Born from the unfortunate union of a Colorado badger and a drunken herring, Picasso began his illustrious career finger painting portraits of Western despots to be burned in effigy at Shriner conventions. Unfulfilled, yet lacking ambition, Picasso sailed the Great Lakes in search of ancient wisdom, happening upon a little known tribe of marmosets who proclaimed him their new god. Failing to extract a fitting tribute from his new followers he hastenly scrawled his best guess at the meaning of life on the bark of a nearby tree and left them to their new found follies (which principly involved fly fishing and fornication). Picasso spent the next 15 years sequestered in a local hungarian bar exploring proper placement of clitoral clamps on men. It's unknown what dark mysteries were uncovered by Picasso during this time, but its mark on his artistic output would reverberate through the eons.
"The music you believe in is important... Invent your traditions....
Equate machines with funkiness...
Keep it as fresh as you fucking like....
There is no future......"
