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"I have never known a musician who ever regretted being one. Whatever disappointments life may have in store for you, music itself will never fail you." -I can't remember, but, it got me started a long time ago
"Son, don't go into music - unless you have to." -My Hero, my dad, relaying information given to him by his first mentor
Former Alt-weekly entertainment writer/bar-critic, failed poet, catastrophically dismal human being, stride pianist, ever-evolving social abortion. Written several books, and a few collections of poetry (probably the only one you may have heard of was Blue Wizard Is About To Die!: Prose, Poems, and Emoto-Versatronic Expressionist Pieces About Video Games, (1980-2003), but can also blame myself for A Cacophony of Near-Fatal Mistakes (with partial accusatory glares towards the magnificently brave David Searle), Your Madness And You: An Instructional Pamphlet (which owes major thanks to Cafe Espresso Roma, the Tognetti, et all), and have been a contributor to (THE ALL-TIME FINEST GUIDE to the real heart of the insane cataract known as Las Vegas) The Underground Guide To Las Vegas (compiled and edited by one of the most hard-working - yet still somehow psychotic - boss-men in the Vegas print biz, Jarret Keene). Oh, and a drunk. Who chainsmokes.
But, if you really want to know:
I'm a bitter, angry, drunken lunatic. Deeply disturbed (possibly the early warning signs of serious mental illness, dementia, and a life filled with all the other joyous approbations of pseudo-pschitzoid madness), I wander the wasteland with a bottle and the implicit understanding that there is absolutely nothing out there for me. Clinging to the tatters of desolate accomplishments, failed endeavors, and my (ever-growing) collection of broken dreams (and sundry dissappointments), I seek only to kill again before my arch-nemesies (who are legion) can summon the strength to stop me.
No, but seriously...
I lived alone for 7 years before acquiring my new housemate, my CARETAKER, the Zombiemaster. I'm currently remodeling/decorating my house out here on the West Side, and used to spend the vast majority of my free time at several certain bars (most notably Brewske's, but that came to an end in June). I spent 4 long years playing piano every Friday at The Freakin' Frog, but that also came to an end in June. Now I hold down 4 nights a week at The Golden Steer (Sahara and Vegas Blvd., just West of The World's Largest Gift Shop) where I play Monday through Thursday, 6 p.m.-ish to 9-ish. I'm am as charming as I am depressed, as well-dressed as I am insane, and never have a drinking problem - except for when I can't get a drink. My prospects may be few, but my accomplishments have been many, and that's more than (I ever imagined) enough for me.
A fun-loving, broken, unemployed (and unemployable) drunk, I spend my free time (eons that there are of it) practicing piano, writing (tons of cheerful missives, essays, poems, et all), working on needlessly ellaborate and ornate pieces of calligraphy, all the while clinging to the failed remnants of everything I once loved, howling wildly as it is all sucked into the unforgiving abyss.
Oh, and I'm great fun at parties.
Here's video of me with my bestest friend in the whole world, my Yamaha U3 piano. The tune is Creamer and Layton's hit from 1919, "After You've Gone." NOTE: halfway through it gets really fast. Check it out; you'll like it. :-p
Seth Plays
This is my favorite clip ever from Robot Chicken. DARKEST SKETCH! DARKEST SKETCH!
Robot Chicken - Tooth Fairy
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And this is my spirit animal:
He's so cute, isn't he?!
[Pyroraptor olympius: the earliest known member of the raptors... like a big, cuddly lizard (similar in size to a medium-sized dog when full-grown)... but a dog that could eviscerate you in about the same amount of time it would take to scream. Cute, though.]
