Traveling to exotic spots and meeting new and interesting people, going to music shows and festivals, music journalism and the art of photographing the rock star. Pondering and creating great art. I have a strange ongoing fascination with big, jubulous booties and the art of the booty quake. (It's as though the booty is a completely different animal of it's own accord, with it's own chemistry and agenda.) Aside from that, I love to hit the streets sporting an oversize 70's mustache, pointy goatie, customized chops and the most ridiculous funk/disco gear ever regurgitated by the fashion industry. I believe that I am actually in possesion of a powerful, ancient funk suit owned, blessed and soiled by Rick James himself, which was bestowed upon me by the Funk Gods as some sort of sacred declaration of my funky arrival. I am hereforth commited to a life of preserving the funk arts and funkin' shit up in general. I will forever waive my freaky, funk flag high. Now show me your titties bitches!
My lifelong passion with music is embodied in the music which flows freely from my spirit and my black Gibson SG and my lyrics are the primary vehicles which I utilize to express the hopes, fears, triumphs and tragedies of my life and mankind in general. I've worked in several bands since I began playing at the tender age of twelve and after experiencing considerable frustration with the music scene, I took a four year hiatus from music to pursue my art career with zealous vigor. I am now happily back on my axe and currently working with the prog. rock outfit, The Hour At Hand to produce fresh material to guide the misled masses. Once our intellectual material is completed, packaged and published, we then plan to tour extensively in support of our creative endeavors.
One time co-founder, publisher and creative director of the cult-favorite ezine, ThinkDank.com (2001-2003), I currently enjoy freelancing for several publications. My topics of literary interest include the counter-culture, drug prohibition, pitfalls of the creative process, conspiracy theory, gnostic Christianity and music journalism.
Funk, jazz, rock, hip-hop, soul, R&B, electronica, metal, classical, opera, or any blend of thereof. Things that come from the soul.
Movies
I can dig it.
Television
I killed my TV because I thought it was malfunctioning. Everytime I turned the little shit on it was spewing forth some ugly filth that I wasn't trying to hear. Since killing my television (which I might add was hella good drunken fun) I've begun the slow process of re-sensitizing myself to issues that TV once muted. I've found that I actually feel something again when I hear about death and tragedy, not to mention I have realized that there are so many cool things to do and explore in life with the Tube turned off. I've got shows/sports that I'm into which I won't on elaborate here, however I'm just as well going to my friend's house or the bar to watch them vs. owning and watching my own shitbox. It gives me a good reason to get my white ass out of the laboratory to mingle with the rest of the world.
Books
Counter-culture books, suspense, horror/ freak shit, light sci-fi, fantasy especially mythical creatures for fiction. Non fiction, I'm kind of a history buff, particularly biographies of prominent overachievers, text on spirituality/ religion/ self exploration/ mental consiousness, exotic, distant cultures and information on drug facts/culture books, literature on propaganda is always a hoot.
Favorite authors include: Hunter S. Thompson, William Burroughs, Jack Kerouak, Allen Ginsberg, Stephen King, Dean Koontz, Tom Clancy, Edgar Allen Poe, Phillip Dick, Aldus Huxley, Moses, John of Patmos (The alleged scribe of the Book of Revelation... good reads)
Heroes
God, Jesus, Buddha, the dude/dudette that first smoked cheebs, Confucious, Benjamin Franklin, Thomas Jefferson, Thomas King Forcade, Albert Hoffman, Timothy Leary, Ram Dass, Ken Kesey, Eddy Lepp, Jimi Hendrix, Salvador Dali, Pablo Picasso, George Clinton, Franky "Kash" Waddy, Bach, Mozart, Beethoven, Frank Zappa, Maynard James Keenan, Alex Grey, Larry Flint, Hunter S. Thompson...
Pasadena City College
Pasadena,California
Graduated: N/A
Student status: Alumni
Degree: Associate's Degree
Major: Ass-trology
Minor: Ass-tro Physics
Clubs: Ass-onomics, and ass-chemy
1996 to 1998
North Marion High School
Farmington, WV
Graduated: 1995
Student status: Alumni
Degree: High School Diploma
Major: Dope/Drinking/Hellraising
Minor: Punani
Zickafoose Visual-Worx, LLC Roanoke, Virginia US Owner/ Whipcracker
2001-2007
High Times NY, NY US Freelancerrrrrrr Entertainment
2004-Present
Vennue Magazine Roanoke, VA US Column Writer Music
July 08
The Mix One6 Club Roanoke, Virginia US Promo/Marketing Maestro Production Booking / Promotions
Feb 2008 - April 2008
ViZiWORX, LLC Roanoke / Va Beach, Virginia US Creative Director Fine Art / Illustration / Design
2008-Present
Plugged In-tertainment Roanoke, VA US Publicity/Promotions
Feb 2008 - May 2009
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About me: Its complicated, so here goes. my name is Brian Zickafoose aka Rev. Zicka-Funk, I am a scorpio born in 1976 which is also a fire dragon year according to the Chinese zodiac, which is not to say that Im totally sold on some by-way-of-the-stars, hocus pocus bullshit but if I was, by those definitions Id be creative, passionate, mysterious, individualistic and secretive. Im not necessarily difficult or disturbed, I just have my own distinctly unique flavor and I roll with it. Like it or not I am what I is and what I be, at least right now, is an emerging artist. Due to my birth date being 11/11 I am obsessed with doubles and symmetry, both concepts I explore frequently in my artwork and music.
To save a lot of falafel about my sticky, icky childhood and shit, let me make a long story short, I was raised by a rabid pack of vagabond, drunken, gun-toting, turbo hillbillies in the back hollars of WestbyGodVirginia. I dont recall the exact moment that I flip-flopped on down tha cootchie shoot and probably just as well as there are many compelling arguments that point speculation as to whether or not Im even human. And so with that said, I rove about the desolate wasteland hellbent, cold brewski in hand with a pair of busted ass flip flops, pimping disco gear and a funky leather cowboy hat. Some bizarre freak of nature helplessly trapped in skinny white boy packaging, contemplating my furious, demented libido in a world full of prudish squares.
I am currently doing artwork, design and marketing consultation for hire. My range of creative capabilities is diverse and detail oriented. Interested inquiries can contact me at: brian@viziworx.com
I have worked with an array of nationally touring talent including:
George Clinton and Parliament Funkadelic
NORML
High Times
The Kottonmouth Kings
De La Soul
Yo Mama's Big Fat Booty Band
MASSCANN Boston Freedom Rally ('04 and '05)
Blue Ridge Blues and BBQ Festival - Roanoke, VA (3 years running)
Leeway's Home Grown Music Network (Spring/Summer 08 Catalog)
The Big Ol' Nasty Getdown
Freekbass
Frankie "Kash" Waddy - (PFunk, James Brown)
Blue Ridge Blues Society
Downtown Music Lab - Roanoke, VA
City Magazine of Virginia
Relix
Polarity
Electric Chameleon
RAQ
Papa Grows Funk
BOOMBOX
Perpetual Groove
Dubconscious
Clutch
Who I'd like to meet: I'm interested in meeting anyone that is positive, independent or unique, especially other creative minds (artists, musicians, writers,). Either way intelligence is a pre-requisite, funkiness is a plus but not a necessity. Dumb asses, fakes, drama queens, and the generally stupid need not apply.
I have found the song with the lyrics below greatly inspiring recently to a giant wake up call to shake off all remnants of the "victim mentality" in my life. Thought I'd give my friends on here in a myspace a glimpse of where my wacky mindset is these days. xoxo ;0) ........ Lyrics to "Sound of Madness" by Shinedown "Yeah, I get it, you're an outcast Always under attack, always coming in last Bringing up the past, no one owes you anything I think, you need a shotgun blast, a kick in the ass So paranoid, better watch your back!!
Oh my, here we go
Another loose cannon gone bi-polar Slipped down, couldn't get much lower Quicksand's got no sense of humor I'm still laughing like hell
You think that by crying to me Looking so sorry that I'm gonna believe You've been infected by a social disease Well then, take your medicine!!
(Chorus) I created the sound of madness, wrote the book on pain Somehow I'm still here to explain That the darkest hour never comes in the night You can sleep with a gun But when you gonna wake up and fight...for yourself?!
I'm so sick of this tombstone mentality If there's an afterlife then it'll set you free But I'm not gonna part the seas You're a self-fulfilling prophecy
You think that by crying to me Looking so sorry that I'm gonna believe You've been infected by a social disease Well then, take your medicine!!
(Chorus) I created the sound of madness, wrote the book on pain Somehow I'm still here to explain That the darkest hour never comes in the night You can sleep with a gun But when you gonna wake up and fight...for yourself?! (repeats th
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