It stems from an incident in which I slathered canola oil on my bare backyard and slid down Adams Street. See my home base for the outcome.
Summit County Jail. Music is my work release job.
I play guitar and sing songs that put banality to bed. I will shred modern rock so hard that it will make quarters fly out your nose. My music will make you feel so good that you will sincerely believe that Mario Brothers 3 was just released today. It's almost as good as the time you figured out how to shoot rakes out of a potato gun.
I'm rarely late and always pleasant to talk to. I can recommend a good Bloc Party album to listen to. I have the preamble to the Constitution tattooed on the back of my knee.
I'm constantly collaborating with other artists to develop hot licks for the next show. My guitar was also constructed in a netherworld beyond this life, so that's good too. I harness an aggressive technique by practicing every single TV theme song I hear.
Easily the time I brought a first date to see "Requiem for a Dream." This is NOT a good first date movie. She will NOT be impressed. You will NOT see her again and may just end up even more depressed given the film. This falls firmly onto my "no way, no how" list as a result.
The "Urban Zamboni" performs tonight at 9:30 at the Motherloaded Tavern, 103 South Main St. in Breckenridge. Info: (970) 453-2572 or www.motherloadedtavern.com.