James Hart

“My name is unimportant; I exist only in the shadows where the moss is quietly growing on centuries old granite.

My race has been feared by man and hunted grievously for centuries...because of our affliction that causes us to consume blood to sustain our existence.

I am 342 years old by your calendar; I trust that my message is conveyed in a way to express hundreds of years of searching for the rhythms of our universe.

The touch of cold steel from the strings of my guitar comfort me, occasionally cutting the calloused flesh of my fingers and allowing mine own blood to flow. I hunger for the amplified vibrations that permeate the very walls of my keep until they become part of the world around me.

Mine coven holds the captured spirits of a thousand voiceseach whether screaming or whispering in the quite solitude of the darkness reaches out to those whom pass seeking refuge in your heart and soulWhen your time comes to surrender to my sweet bite you will know who I am”

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

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.

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!

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 themnot 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 encodedDo 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 placeafter 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