Mise Éire
My name's Cullen. It's gaelic and means "holly tree," but I thought it meant bear-cub for the longest time. I was born into the underground music scene of Atlanta, GA. This may explain why I've got some bolts missing. It may also be the fact that I was blessed by They Might Be Giants whilst in my mother's womb. Or both. I grew up around music and I've always had a knack for the creative trades of music an art so that's what I persue now. It's tough, but I just remind myself that this is where I came from, Terminus City: Grimy old Midtown and Little Five Points during the mid-1980s.
Currently, to make ends meet, I work in a sign manufacturing plant. But I play music everyday. I'm also involved in local community organizations Atlanta Workers Project, 50 Artists, and looking to become more involved with WonderRoot Community Arts Center. I sing and play accordion/harmonica/and guitar for folk group I Want Whisky and play drums for the new punk band Finletter.
The song is by the band ThinkJet. My father played bass for them and their album "Honor" was recorded the year before I was born. This song was written and sung by my father. That's my pops.
I often wonder how long it will take before we thrust ourselves into freedom once and for all. If I will ever see true liberation in my lifetime. I wonder the stories I will tell my children and grandchildren about the glorious revolution when we finally defeat capitalism and told it to never return again. Or even if I will live long enough to have grandchildren.
"Power without demands concedes nothing. It never has and never will." - Fredrick Douglas
