Check me out @ wsradio.com/artrocks.Son of the conqueror, the convict and the Cherokee, I was born on an island, under a mushroom, in a time of war. Swedish from the hips on up, Australian from the hips on down, aborigine to my soles. My father fought in three wars so I could oppose all wars. My mother smoked, drank, and gambled to a better place, hanging from a one-armed bandit. The family endured, following the big ships down to the sea and the big wars until they were won. Water, water everywhere.Educated beyond my ambition, I turned late to art, fashion and music. Ten years in the show biz game in New York City during the go-go 80's fed my libido and my yearning for fame and fortune. The sweet smell of success came in small bottles with big price tags. When the money ran out, I ran west to bordertown aka San Diego.I'm just a modern man. Of course, I've had it in the ear before. I get knocked down, but I get up again. Ain't nothin' gonna keep me down. Places to go, people to see. Where's the party? Where's the party people?..
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