Hello, my name is Greg Stroskynski. I like drums. Due to an oppressive communist regime, I was forced to flee Russia fifty years ago for the sweet lands of America. When I arrived at Ellis Island with my wife and three children (Svetlana, Gorbachov, Lil' Stalin Jr. and Bob, respectively) I had my name changed to "Bryerson". We tried to create a life here in these proud United States, but only three years after I'd arrived, my sweet Svetlana died of violent dysentery. I can still remember the look on her face and the ungodly feculant oder. My children quickly grew to resent me, and left me alone and dying in a broken down Brooklyn ghetto. And in that ghetto I remained. I could afford no food, so I was forced to root through the garbage behind my abandoned apartment complex - I had no means to obtain fresh water, so I drank naught but my tears. I thought I would die alone. Luckily, I was freed from this world of unhappiness in 1977. At the time I was writing for an underground "fan zine", and I was set to interview Lou Reed. Needless to say, it changed my life. It went like this: GREG: Is do yous likes United States of America, yes? LOU REED: I'm sorry, I can't understand you. You have a very thick Russian accent. GREG: Is does Andy Warhol a one of the homosexuals? LOU REED: I'm waiting for my man. At the end of the interview he gave me the phone number of a charming young chanteuse, and told me that she could teach me english. The next thing I knew I was in the arms of a shattered and battered Nico - facedown in mounds of cocaine one second, and circle jerking with Bryan Eno the next. In the words of James Joyce: "I was a boozer, a user, and a loser." But things were about to get better. Needless to say these experiences made me decided to learn how to try to find lesson in drumming. However, I knew this would be a difficult process because I'd sold my legs and arms to buy a particularly potent dose of mescaline. Luckily they grew back. And I learned how to play drums. So I guess what I'm trying to say is, I shot JFK. All the rest of those "facts" the government fed the nation are nothing but propaganda. I was there with nothing but a grassy knoll, a sniper, and my loincloth. Back then, you see, I was half man, half caveman. It's very complicated. So I guess what I'm trying to say is my favorite movie is Step Up 2: The Streets. me an my grrlfrangs wuz watchin all that up in ma crip lass week. It was "Off of the hook" as Mo'quesha says. God bless you, Mo'quesha. So I guess what I'm trying to say is: Anal? I love you.
Bands I’ve played in:
Nothing (metal) 2004-2005
Revampt (metal) 2005
Toogidia (drum/guitar duo experimental jam)2006
Guitar Fun Band (cover band classic rock) 2007 (one show)
Thunderbunch (punk)2006-2007
Distant Engines (triphop/experimental)2007
Greg & Ann (Art Rock/ Experimental)2007
8bit Porn (Punk)2008
Monsoon (Experimental) 2008
Greg & Nat (Industrial/experimental) 2008
Dammit Gannon(acoustic)
Stint (alternative/prog/acoustic) 2008
I currently attend Columbia College in Chicago..