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[||: born May 30, 1986 in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, grew up with a sister, mother and father separating at the seams. Upon the age of Roman Catholic schooling, he repeated the 1st grade due to what 'teachers' declared as "socially unacceptable," and diagnosed with aspbergers disorder. With this he was placed into 'special' reading classes and became HOOKED ON PHONICS. This as a downfall, he would later become a linguistics junky, resulting in an ever further disbelief in-sanity. As short as schooling would provide, Emit would sit alone during recesses, watching the bees - to him, most deathly allergic - as they would colonize the recycling cans in the trailer-sized recycling basket.. away from all the other children playing their games in well trained communicative skill. In the second 1st grade through the 3rd grade of ante-free-willed study of the Roman Catholic system, Es moved with his divorced mother and sister into several dwellings, encountering the ever fleeting relationships of neighbors and friend-o's to end up with a caring and loving step father in the suburban town of Southampton, Pennsylvania. A lack of fatherly instruction allowed him to grow at a pace sideways in contrast to his peers giving him the self and introverted individuality many remain to consider 'weird.' When arriving in this new town, a knowledge of being able to start over was conscious and began as the downfall towards pretentiousness. Girls found him lanky and oddly quiet and tall as the boys found him feminine and quiet and unsure of competition. At this time he was forced to learn an instrument and guitar was unacceptable (as he had owned an electric guitar by his fathers hand since age 5) and violin was for the females to perfect, he was placed into the training upon rhythm. Sticking with this until the age of 19, he would later grow into orchestral bands, marching bands, big bands and alternative bands. Through out the five years of constant growth and still no interest from the opposite sex, he began to isolate and ignore all of reality through means of video gaming and self taught drumming upon the 'trap set.' Whence reaching the high school, he had remembered how ephemeral ones owned scene-scape may be and so, change was once again his form of constant. As the high school is supposed to concretely secure a personality and it's interests and in the likewise totally disintegrate these innocent ideas of curing the world and being the greatest, - (of which these ideals had never been so forthright and domineering) he began to notice the females he had ever so patiently analyzed and interpreted to begin to, in turn, notice his existence. His sister would, while himself a freshman, be admitted into a mental hospital for attempted suicide, changing the way he would look at women forever. He would have his pimples and his crackly voice and no-brand named shirts on as he was introduced to the underground or rather - local scenes of the music world. September 11, 2001 rolls around and his apathy towards a burning building and the first in all of American history for homeland security to fail, his very first pet would be 'put-to-sleep' (Chester - a female ferret) giving the date a different innuendo and his photograph of the World Trade Center to inspire him to pursue photography as a career. He would drop out of the marching band and later begin with his rather fragile and envious nature through the self doubt of the age and the introspection caused from years of total isolation into medically prescribed 'cures' of anger and despair and abandonment. His first true love had begun to unravel him as the story is so cliche and so honest for nearly every boy. Too much detail blocked the light to the moon. With only 3 months remaining to the 13 year training and social structuring, Emit Jasper Es, at the age of 18 years neutral, stopped showing up for high school to destroy his 4.0 career and fully sponsored scholarship at a prestigious photography and film school in a simple, safe and satisfying community in southern California. His reasons were as followed: (i) f. a system of artificiality and personalities trained and un-natural {EVERYTHING MAN MADE IS FLAWED} - to refuse the lie; (ii) the only friend had chose not to be classified as such any further - for reasons of his own self consciousness or.. Mr. Es spent the follow years memory collecting, listening to strictly Elliott Smith as influenced by his lover friend and documenting the darkest days and robotic nights in the dark and cluttered room while learning the art of song writing and recording. The time is now 2005 A.D. - experimentation with drugs to get to the bottom of the thing-in-it-self combined with self studied philosophy of zen and existentialism brought a new light with in him, of unspeakable torpor and the gentlest of poetry to his unraveling and seemingly masochistic existence. He purchased himself his own guitar but sold it for toilet paper in the sense of self martyrdom to sustain even the ass end of his families short comings - of which there is no judgment or blame - as they frequent his work and it's content. He would be admitted into mental rehabilitation centers and carefully operate a vehicle without proper paperwork (more evidence for him to remain on his course for untrained wisdom) landing him in jail for 27 days over his 20th birthday - the first of which outside of childhood to become an ever ending battle with total isolation. For this birthday, his mother purchased an acoustic guitar for his anticipation of release of which he still uses. Six months before his 21st birthday, he broke his left fibula and tibia resulting in a full leg cast and being prescribed mass amounts of pain medication, anti-depressants for lack of mobility and self pity for such realizations in past choices and future choices along with prescribed speed to wake in the morning. His first venture into the realm of full drug addiction became evident and his aid towards sobriety through this isolation period proved most successful. For his 21st birthday, his most patient love would take him to his very first solo-open mic night, to have his palm read by yet another simply trying to make their way through this capitalistic dream. They would soon sever their ties for two years as Emit would soon be on the most difficult path of his life - vagabond-ism. As his family was evicted from their suburban home in Southampton, he met some people to listen to and criticize his creations, leaving his isolation to seem most useless. His claim to anti-pop music was abruptly moved whence beginning to perform for his peers. In their ignorance, he began to create pop-music to impress the masses, leaving his isolation for some more time. The family moves to the city of Philadelphia and he obtains a job at a pet shop - feeding live animals to the other 'stock' and having a fellow employee having him almost nearly written up for sexual harassment - leaving an ever hesitant mark in his brain bile for how to approach a female in which seems most interested in his chemical aroma. This resulted in the ever run-away to the center of the city where he would meet a woman to take him in for several months as his mind repaired itself and yet defecated upon itself by the end of the relationship. He would staff at a local anarchist bookstore collective, have his first performance, meet the anti-scene of Philadelphia giving him an even lesser appreciation for man kind. This could be a historical backtrack to the high school and early childhood. Emit would attempt to shuffle off this mortal coil for the first severe time and end up squatting for another several months. Someone from the scene recognized his desperate and ever dangerous living condition and offered him a place to live until his mind was stronger. There he would learn the art of patience and appreciation for a bed and would professionally record his first album titled Still Life. While there he was a member of the band Libido to only perform once before breaking up due to many confusions and outside relationships. In this time he would meet the girl randomly at a party - obsessed with Nietzsche and Elliott Smith as he is - to bring him to Scottsville, Virginia. She would never be home as she worked with 'unruly' adolescents and stayed at the outdoorsy-aimed rehabilitation school, leaving Emit to work only three days a week at a family restaurant as a pizza cook. He would end up working 8 days a week and losing total sense of what he was working for and ran away to the nearest city of Charlottesville, Virginia with the help of a soon to be life long friend and artist. Cville provided the atmosphere he required to regain his mind once again. He did not bring any recording equipment as he had not thought of the seriousness of the move and then began performing and networking in a smaller scene. In this time he would learn the art of train-hopping, silo-climbing, master his study of trash picking and camping indoors beside a piano. His friend helped him to stay sane and fed from the indoor shanty and the individual to bring him to this city gave him the contacts to perform and to make friends. He would become part of a publishing company by the name of Hypocrite Press, but the writing to be published was stolen and returned in a quality unfit to be pressed resulting in yet ANOTHER form of mistrust. He would have a performance a week after hallucinating and just a few days after his first public performance of Washington D.C. where he would meet his current lover of the then band named Br'er. He would spend the next following months visiting Philadelphia with the excuse of paying off the credit card from 2005 with his savings bonds and would fall deeply in love with her after only a few exchanges of perfect communication and exchange of stories and music. At this time, there was a love-line of individuals attached to both her and him causing immense amounts of confusion and pain for many individuals. As he lived in Stauton, Virgina with another woman he met the same evening, Emit Jasper Es would leave, due to honest and endearing intent to not hurt anyone else and with the intense and most real of feelings of love, back to Philadelphia to spend Valentines day with his first ever true and reciprocated love, but the day before this made-up anciently traditional holiday he would be begged to move to Portland, Oregon, the only place of which he desired to exist since 2005. Emit Jasper Es would then drive all the way across the country, with his friends and a cat, melting the engine of a vehicle in Montana, causing his friends parents have to purchase another and yet less lacking in comfort vehicle for the remainder of the drive. They would arrive in Portland, Oregon to an apartment without jobs, with out bedding or food to live as scavengers, picking through trash, stealing food, exchanging bottles and cans for currency, eventually reaching the aid of food stamps (of which everyone should be on!) and learning the art of waiting in total doubt of existence for his lover to venture through the city - as planned. He would then spend the next month losing and gaining his mind, performing once more in Portland, the city of roses, losing the vehicle for still not having proper driving certificates, performing in Seattle, Washington. In total desperation, he would have his sister purchase his flight back to Philadelphia in promise of being closer to his lover and with multiple job opportunities. Half attempts, after reams of applications for monetary security led Emit to work as a nudie-bar-top-dancer at 6th/Couche, busking on Hawthorne and sucking his veins for blood plasma eventually owing his family a large sum of currency for his rescue plane ticket in combination to his lover for her contribution. Only one month later would he ride across the country AGAIN with his sister to California, for three days upon a Grey Hound bus, discussing doubt and bad dreaming to leave her jobless (of 3 employment offices) and in love with her significant other to come back, no thanks to the loss of a ticket and a drug/weapon bust of another passenger on board the bus on the 5th of July to find that his poor choices will leave him even further jaded in respect to love and common courtesy of those to look down upon the bench sleepers and arrange all the work from the ride including over 900 minutes of documented tape recordings from the trip in combination with a book written in a week titled 'Three Thousand Miles & 3" - Needs A Lift' which will be published along with his back catalog of (philosophical/poetic/historical) writing from the past five years forward, post posthumously by someone who will feel terrible for destroying it. It has now been two months back in Philadelphia and Emit is in need of money for restitution for driving and to keep his wireless device operable to keep in contact with his precious friends, is still patient for any response to any application and following up with performances to gain his piano tuning key, to make money for better equipment so people will take his nothingness seriously - to be anything, the bad actor desires to be a piano tuning, logically linguistic philosopher and instrumentalist while maintaining the ideology of radicalism of thought and ethics. Not a mess. ]