He displayed an early prodigious talent for dance music by constantly batting hell out of pots and pans with an hammer. He then spent a huge part of his formative years on motorways and in fields and warehouses, unfortunately this was years before the rave scene took off, (ahead of his time but alone in the fields and warehouses)…. Reminiscing, his dad said “The bugger always found his way home..â€â€¦
Constantly playing and producing new music, he still also gets an occasional airing in the oldskool wheelchair, tartan blanket over his legs wielding his big old-fashioned lumps of plastic, just to prove he’s still alive. No one ever guesses that beneath the blanket he’s wearing his superhero “Up-Front-DJ†undies, a fact known only to a select few.
If you do get the chance to see him in those undies, take it, it’s an experience not to be missed.
As regards the future, in a world full of glamour models turned DJ’s, he is seriously considering the reverse route, once he’s finished spreading the gospel.
Love is the message and the message is love...