Mr. Lund has been exposing himself in front of others for nigh on sixteen years now. His bands usually consist of very, very small, or invisible members but the audiences always seem to enjoy the show anyway...even with the arguments, back-stabbing, occasional firings, and once, even an entire band's demise, right before their eyes. They keep coming back night after night after night. Maybe its the prospect of some new fantastical band, or astounding invention, perhaps its his almost slick demeaner, his akwardly smooth stage presense, the tense moments of calmness before a disturbing gentleness, perhaps they all belong to the same pan-dimensional-super-secret paternal organization as he does. Who can say? All one really can say is...GET YOUR TIN FOIL! PUT ON YOUR BUNNY EARS! AND LETS GO MR LUND!!!!!!!
His Latest Invention!!!
His Latest Incarnation!!!
HALFMOON!!!
