Actually, we're a British Psychedelic band that got stuck in Boston. You see our drummer bought the tickets, and his cockney is so thick they misunderstood him and gave us one way tickets. We decided to stay here at least until we get deported, because the last time this happened we were stranded in India for 3 months, and I am not going to use my own money to bail out these blighters again. I do not actually write the songs, they write me. I am just a vessel for the creative flux of the universe. I hear colours. I live on a deeper plane than most people, so the spirits just use me as their representative. --Oliver