Found it in a Captain Turtle Lucky Bag

Dj sets mostly, at parties. Usually for friends or lonley widowers.

Destroys it, stirs up the wreakage, and then re-creates.

Suck my balls!....but then on second thoughts, yes, i probably would......let them suck em.

Well it all started back in 1986, me and my mate wer trying to figure out how to fit the gas cylinder into our new Soda Stream, when all of a sudden, in walks uncle Frank with his fish supper and a bag of Savaloy's. "Oi, Frank!" i says, "how about a couple of those savy's for me and me mate?", "Not likely" he replies. Then there was this huge almighty BANG! Me n Frank turn around, and all we can see is a huge cloud of smoke. As the fog clears, there lies me mate, flat out on the kitchen table, still clutching the burnt out gas cylinder in his blackend bloody hands. A week later my mate dies in hospital from Soda Stream related injurys. It was around this time when i thought to myself ' What's it all about, ay? I mean life n all that stuff." So when in 2000 i finally had the cash to replace my old Comodor 16, i went out and bought myself a brand spankin new laptop. Now the world was at my finger nibs, there was no stopping me. Years of anguish, pain and cofusion over the loss of my mate and the Soda Stream, lashed outwards in a frenzy of fingers and mouse clicks. I created monstrous compositions, became almost zombie like in my obsession to make some kind of sense of it all. As time progressed my movements became less erratic, the mouse clicks less rapid. Finally, i began to experience a feeling of almost heavenly euphoria, as tho in some way i had become joined to 60 GB memory, to create a higher form of existence. The years have passed since, and i continue to write music, tho the painfull memories of that horrific day 21 yrs ago stay with me. But now i have learnt to cope with my fear of Fizzy Drink Dispensers and i hope someday i can finally lay the soul of my dear departed mate to rest.

Samba, Jug Band, Classical, Electronica, Drum n Bass, Opera, Big Band, Psycadelic Trance, Rag Time, Ambient, Jazz, Experimental, Blues, Rock, Indie, Soul, Life, The Universe, and Your Mother...etc

Venus, it used to be so nice.

Quasi thermo exstrapencey cables. A DXZ50934PQM2292 Synth/Samp with Toaster add on. Kaos Magma Extreem Tea's Maid (makes a great cupa!). Fisher Price Magic Animal Piano. An Olympus Dictaphone. My Big Brown Shlong, a pack o fags, large bottle of vodka, a computer and some imagination.