I didn't choose my name. My earth parents whom adopted me from a chinese monestary where they were studying eastern medicinal use of herbs elected a common namesake to hide my real identity.

The most recent was a party where a group of 12-16 year old girls sat in front of my amps as my drummer started to completely forget his job, the songs, where we were etc.

MP3…the revelations…the evolution…the desecration of all that is sacred to the record industry moguls…the antithesis of profitable music sales. Progenitor of the spawn of an empire of streaming media servers and promotional new media sites dedicated to exposing your cranium to and ever changing cascade of sonic expressions, mostly for free with the most American of rights granted to express your own opinion and freely critique the music you hear and make your own for evaluation. An ever-increasing population of the robotic race known as Electronica threatens to extinguish the flame of analog performed musical efforts once known only to humans, a true tragedy that the world can witness as the soul of man dies under the drone of the machine language…delivered as a viral code by the first terminator sent to kill John Connor, he was one of us as well…

The machines finally realized in the year 2112 that the way to rid the universe of the human pestilence was to kill what was called “the soul”. A sterilizing process known as “MIDI Sequencing” was first subliminally encoded into the television and other communications signals human kind used to communicate, then later as the initial infection took hold, the insidious virus was introduced enmasse through the wildly popular NET. Humans began infecting themselves often gathering in underground meeting places where once there the effects of the virus could be witnessed in the frenzied writhing of the crowds as well as witnessed in there eventual mutation.

Would I sign the Declaration of Independence? The Magna Carta? Would I sign a blood donor card with someone else’s name? Would I sign my name in blood across a bathroom wall? Yes, all these things and more before I would sign a record contract. Why because none of them are offering one! (Ha ha Ha ha Ha ha....just a little humor.. ahem, back to our regularly scheduled programming."I vant to suck your blauood")

Ok here's the serious part where I must audition and see if 30+ years of playing guitar results in you the reader caring...probably not, the last of my breed is hold up in the basement of a downtown motel awaiting the arrival of the machine sentinels to dispatch us to our final resting place...we have fought bravely but alas the machines have won and our war song will forever vanish from the face of the earth and the hearts of the brave.

What the heck when you can be a rock star with a looping software program?
Why rehearse when you can write software for it and sample it?

…as my flesh is consumed by the sentinels wave of destruction to be replaced with the cold steel of their own metallic skins, I take my last look at the room and faces of my comrades, then finally as my head falls forward I catch a glimpse of mine own reflection in the armor of my executioner and realize I was never there after all…

I do love screaming guitars, pounding bass, and crashing drums. I enjoy the medieval sounds of metal bands, and accomplished guitarists and keyboard soloists, violin soloists,
I enjoy excellent vocalists and some experimental efforts. I enjoy artists like Black Sabbath, Iron Maiden, Queenryche, Steve Vai, Joe Satriani. I also enjoy progressive bands like Rush, and Dream Theatre. You can find Kiss, Megadeth, Metallica and Alice in Chains in my CD collection. I even like some Britney Spears, Faith and other contemporary female artists…(Do I have a choice? That’s all they post on page one of these websites!) But hey they don't wear much so I'm in!

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Guitar Rack:
250W stereo amplification projected through dual Marshal V-12 Cabinets. Rocktron Velocity 250.
Rocktron Pirahna tube preamps with Parametric EQ and midi switching. Effects units are Lexicon MPX100, G2, MidiVerb 4, Boss, Morley, DBX, Aphex.

Guitars:
Jackson, BC Rich (real ones), Ibanez, ESP, Ovation, Carvin, Westone, D Armond, Abel Axe

Models:
PS-1 first Issue, Mocking bird late 70's, SR470 Limited, JEM7DBK, Traditional, CC68, Prestige, Pilot (Bass), 1st run issue of 50

I wouldn't show up at a model rehearsal or sign up for some show like American idol either for that matter... I'm not “meat popsicle” by design. I see a great to of things in the world that are awe-inspiring, a few are even made by a man or a women. One of them is guitars and the equipment that goes with them…not vintage or popular guitars necessarily, ones that I communicate with. The other is Thong bikini’s.

A fan if even for brief moment is a person whom decides to listen to what I have spent 30 years so far trying to figure out …like what you try to say on that first date so it sounds perfect. It’s here for free in mp3 format 192bit encoded…Do I care what your opinion is? No not really, this belongs to me whether you burn it, rename it, include it in a film production or whatever else that makes the Internet such an wonderful sharing place…after 342 years, I have learned that I have more time than you do and eventually my children will find there way home.
PS: thanks for letting me entertain you for a bit, it does get old just entering the same old stuff on these music websites so I can watch my .25 cents per day accumilate at mp3.com so I decided to role play using a story telling