Norman Pulchik

A literal overnight sensation, Norman Pulchik has recently exploded all over the Southeastern music scene like a solid gold BB fired through a can of Aqua Net. After sweating through 11 years and more noose-tight blue collars than he cares to remember as a Central Florida warehouse supervisor, Norman decided just months ago to punch out forever and live his dream: to rock the ass off of every man, woman and child in America, give them a moment to re-attach their ass, and then rock it off again. "You don't really need your ass at one of my shows, anyway," laughs Norman, "since nobody ever sits down!"

Norman Pulchik is poised to take the nation by storm, building a rabid fanbase solely off the effervescent word-of-mouth that spills forth like a champagne fountain following every one of his sold-out shows. Sure, conquering America with his inimitable blend of rock, blues, pop, funk, punk, country, new wave, folk, ska, jazz, hip-hop, soul, emo, gospel, reggaeton, electroclash and madrigal is okay by Norman. But, to paraphrase one of his idols, he has to have it his way...or no way at all.

Case in point: although he's gotten seven-figure offers from most of the big record labels, Norman has refused them all, demanding he touch people's hearts, souls and minds in person, not with a cheap plastic disc.

"For me, the live experience is key," Norman says. "Sure, somebody could mail you a crappy little postcard of Da Vinci's David, but until you've actually stood beneath and gaped up at his towering marble greatness, can you say you've really experienced it? Same thing with my music."

Besides the essential, lightning-charged immediacy of his live shows, Norman's performance philosophy is also guided by the tight, close-knit bonds of his family and friends -- bonds he sees as no different from those he shares with his adoring fans. To reward his fans with the tight, intimate vibe of a VIP party, Norman insists on a strict admissions cap of 500 people at each of his shows. There's nothing necessarily wrong with artists who choose to play arenas and stadiums, he says, it's just not his bag.

"Put it this way. If I was working my old warehouse job, and I dropped three days salary to take a girl to a concert, I'd want to see more than just a little speck of glitter a million miles away. I want my fans to experience every nuance, every drop of sweat, every ball of lint on my tights. Anything less is a rip-off."

In keeping with his honest, hard-working American roots, Norman also eschews the usual trappings of fame and stardom, choosing to read all your comments and fan letters himself.

"My manager said I need to be spending my time rocking out, not reading fan mail. He wanted to hire me a professional letter-reader, but I said no way. My fans deserve the real deal."

Norman's advice for those not lucky enough to be holding a ticket to his sold-out summer tour in their hot little hands?

"Take off your hat, buddy, because you might be getting scalped! Don't worry, though, I'll be bringing my magic back very soon, I promise."

And to those music lovers who live outside Florida, South Georgia and Alabama, he says don't "fret" -- after his current regional tour, Norman will be hitting lots of other venues all over this great nation, bringing his "real deal" right to your backyard...as long as that "backyard" holds 500 or less.