Werner von Trout

About me:

.. I like phrases and blips, quick sayings or images that jab you quickly in the eyes, jabbing through to the brain. For instance, I like taglines. My current tagline comes from girls with slingshots. Older lines have come from Disney's The Sword in the Stone (1963) (No sense in going around insulting bullfrogs), and a poem by X.J. Kennedy (Anything. Anything for a fix of light.).

WvT aka Sasquatch aka Paul. WvT for my love of funny names. Sasquatch because I tend to become very fuzzy fellow, and I am rather tall. Paul because my parents weren't dirty hippies or dumb yuppies who named their kids Hunter or Scout, or Moon Unit. Really, Hunter? I don't think they're referring to the late Mr. S. Thompson. //

Central / Southern Cali music fiend, of the electronic variety (with some deviation from this norm). I'm a DeeJay at KCPR 91.3fm, a slack-about (ie: not quite done with school, still without a job, though I'm not living with my parents), and an idealist of sorts, with a hint of laziness -- sure, we takers are fsking up things with our greed, but nature's pretty tough and not everyone is rotten. I tend to join interesting-seeming webgroups, only to wander away after a few weeks of concentrated activity. MySpace is vaguely more interesting than learning how to fold shirts, but still not as much fun as Discogs.com. //

I'm a stingy bastard when it comes to buying most things not made of/ for music. Like anything that might support musicians, like t-shirts from bands on tour and limited edition vinyl. Food and clothes and such only take up precious space and money that could be used for CD and records. Close your eyes, and the only thing you notice is the music, unless it's really cold, then you might notice the frostbite. That's when you find yourself a really spiffy hat or steal a leprechaun's jacket. Or you could just turn the music up louder, hoping you have no option but to dance, dance, DANCE! //

If you really want to be my friend, you have to tell me a story. About you, about something that resembles you (one time I resembled a cloud of goldfish, but I think I had a fever of 104° F), about someone who re-assembles you. Otherwise, how do I know you? Pictures lie, like the wind steals and the dead don't always stay dead (that one's for you, Sparkles =) //

No need to delve further into my personal trunk of oddities, I'm not really real to you. Meet me, and I'll expound on this notion. Oh, and I like odd words. Perhaps you'd say I think they're keen? //

New music on my page in tribute to the Southwest, where I am not but Suzy told me has "fluffy clouds" - this song always comes to mind. Thank you, fake Orb profile =)