The expression Sucka Cat came about when I had shared my life with a retard cat. She was so retarded I reasonably dubbed the feline Sucka Cat. It stuck but regrettably my kitty, Cyanide, did not. I am not too serious when it comes to assembling music. Though, my goal is to make somewhat enjoyable noise. In 2002 I met some persons that had appealing music programs on their computers. Since these programs seemed to bewitch them, I couldn’t help but want to toy around with them. I carried around a tape recorder and had accumulated over twenty cassettes in two years or so. All the tapes are filled with conversations, rants, confessions and some top secret Judy Garland type of sadness. I was certain that these tapes would be the perfect tools for me to make a racket. I would hack up sentences to make beats and arrange complete sentences over them. I was pretty pleased with the result. I never once took this seriously; I never once had my heart set on being a “rock starâ€, it's obvious. I think this state of mind has allowed me to enjoy listening to what I make. I can say “Wow that’s really awful†and giggle about it.
