Eternity in corridors of time and space, simplicity in lost beyonds and found befores.
The music I'm writing now is like a soundtrack of two lovers killing each other with their uncontrollable passion.
All this was just recently declassified from VERY top secret files. What you see before you has been clinically tested and proven to cause various side effects ranging from involuntary cuddling to mass hysteria. Be warned, there is no known cure.
I moved to NYC from Knoxville, TN in 2004 in search of a "life's change" or some crap like that. I got it.I'm the guitarist/vocalist for Status: Numeric, vocalist/thereminist for Codasleuth, ex-bassist for Escalator Fiend, and for a few months I was the theremin/synth player for pseudo-experimental NYC band Pile Of Face. Fun...stressful, but fun.
Currently I'm on bass and vocals fronting a sleaze-lounge/ jazz duo outfit named "Undressing Lauren", but we also play under the name "Glass Grass"
Projects currently on hold for an unknown amount of time:
"Project: Brundlefly", the fusion of previous concepts Codasleuth and Status: Numeric, has been renamed Number Cruncher.
"Status: T. and the Reverse Engineers", my electronica material.
"Noise Dossier", my solo-acoustic material.
Okay, on to the personal stuff! Where to start...I hate myself for my patience/tolerance, and love myself for my compassion/empathy. I know the score and I bide my time until the perfect moment to strike has arrived, even if it means waiting my entire life for that very moment. I'm the guy with the master plan but no reason good enough to go through with it. Make no mistake, I know what lurks behind your eyes and my doubts in you are well-founded...you may deceive me only because I allow you to. I leave no stone untouched, even when it's someone's heart.
As for what I'm all about...I think I like...winter, hot chocolate at any moment, being absent-minded, taking my time, losing track of time, laughing uncontrollably, starting arguments, ending arguments (with sex, of course), other people thinking I'm a genius when I know I'm not, back-to-back odd-time signatures, having visions without the need for hallucinagens, not ever being able to make up my mind, playing devil's advocate, cramping people's "style", not having any vices (except for brunettes), eating lots of ice cream just to spite people (you KNOW who you are!), women who don't reveal everything all at once, music that can summon emotion and memory from the heart, knowing I would make all the same mistakes/choices again if given the chance, and...not being able to remember all the things I probably do love and care about, but still knowing I love and care about those things.
Wow. Way too serious. That can't be me. I'm just a crazy ball of fire that needs relighting every once in a while. Got a match? Lighter fluid? Come on now people...do I always have to do everything myself?
AIM/MSN/YAHOO--codasleuth
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