About Me
El de Gloveo was born a large baby some place in Northern New Jersey, in the dead of winter, weighing in at a hefty 9.5 pounds, and a cranky, yet curious child from the start.To be precise, which is neither his forte nor predisposition, it was 5:30pm at the shank of that winter evening or at least that what his mother said.She was a gentle, kind woman who warned all the other women in his life, all that she could at least, “don’t try to change the boy!â€She’d carry on: “I’ve known the boy since his birth, and you are not going to change his heart, mind or soul. Don’t take that on, it will be to your regretâ€.Few listened.In the schoolyard he held his own. His large birth weight did not translate to great body mass in the following years. But no one on the playground ever question his fierceness, or for that matter, his compassion for another soul.He liked baseball and could scratch out a grounder with the best of them. And he knew a kindred soul, when he saw one, instantly. He still can.Somewhere along the line, music grabbed him right, exactly where he was alive.It has yet to let go.Chuck, Jerry, Gary US Bond, he was listening to them when he needed a crayon to mark the A side of the record because, as yet, he could not read.Is anyone really following any of this? I certainly hope not.In the years in between, he drank a lot, made some money, and just came around to this place where he’s baring his soul, musically, as he may, can or will.I don’t know about you, but I can’t get three sentences into one of these “artist’s†profile raps without reaching for some aspirin, or something stronger.So look, you either dig the vibes or you don’t.Who really cares if he was a fat baby, could field a grounder, or if he’d been, generally, goofing off for twenty years?Whatcha hear is whatcha get! He’s not a bad cook and he cleans up well, but he don’t own no pajamas.
