Member Since: 6/3/2005
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Influences: Spinning the dial of Gotham City and Garden State radio, I would hear anything from the rap attack on the ones and twos, skittering Afro-beat, ambient new age, to underground pirate radio metal. The first record I went out and bought on my own was the Beastie Boys’ "License to Ill", but I was soon drawn to the guitar-based classic British rock bands like Led Zeppelin, The Who, The Kinks, and Cream, as well as to eighties’ post-punk bands like The Police, R.E.M., and U2. Pepper it all with a bit of progressive rock and British and American metal. In halls of higher learning I was (re-)birthed in a blue kind of cool, stirred by an inner mounting flame, and guided by word of mouth. The soul godfather tightened up the groove—rubber bands snapped and the funk continued. I was taken into a chic family and I explored a new wonderland. I heard the street-call braggadocio of New York patchwork peddlers on wheels and microphones of steel—stealing from the dusty and giving back to the sweaty. I was soon hit with the ricochet shantytown slapback of island dubplates, and my head was massively attacked by the new sounds and new forms coming from another island on the other side of the water—an empire whose sun continues not to set. Along the way, antique Russian and Russian-American dolls open further, revealing worlds and romance not previously seen, and I still listen for impressions made into French ivory and parchment. And how can I forget those sons of Abraham turned sons of the Jazz age? Their forefather scattered a staff into a snake, while they scattered notes into staffs—rhapsodizing in more than one primary color, setting the spring mist of the Appalachia as well as the big western sky to sound, putting the shimmer in the silver screen, and giving a feeling of vertigo to those Technicolor dreams.
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