frisbeetarianism: the belief that when you die your soul flies up onto the roof and gets stuck there.
I've also just released a pro-fresh-on-ally recorded "debut" album that covers some of my first songs, and themes of the lonely and creatively peculiar hours in my backyard the first months I was in Portland. so give these songs a listen.. (they have secret improvements that only people with access to my CONFIDENTIAL myspace page can access). I've got some new songs also, and am looking to gig-it. juuuust giiig-IT! Thanks Andy Combsenhower, for being great, and to Rusty too, for making this happen. Any cellists? or congo players? or violinists? or trumpet players out there who like my stuff and want to twinkle it up??
