Scott

Hail and well met my metal brethren. So you want to know who I am do you? Well, as one should expect of a man like myself, I am truely deep in the underground scene here in Wisconsin. On any given weekend, you will find me working as stage crew for Rictus Grin, one of the mid-west's priemere metal acts. Ocasionally I offer my services to other bands as well. So if you're looking for someone to help haul your gear/set up stage/drink your beer, feel free to hit me up and I'll see what I can do. But even aside from all that, I'm one helluva party animal. You'll generally find me out at a show/bar/party when work/life doesn't get in the way. What else? Well, I'm a mutt (got a little bit of just about everything in my blood, but mainly native american and white). I may not always act like it, but I am actually highly intelligent. I love to learn new things and make it a point to constantly expand my knowledge. I also love to travel, so if you're from another state/country, no worries, I may just come and visit. I'm a sword collector, a practitioner of the martial arts, a 4-wheeling/off-roading maniac, and quite possibly the most kick ass muthafuka you will ever meet. Heh. My interests? First and foremost is music. I'm constantly going to concerts and finding new bands to listen to. I've often thought of starting my own club/venue because of that. I'm a Tolkein fanatic and have been ever since I first read his books way back in the 3rd grade. It went so far that I even learned to speak a bit of elvish...~eressë mí qualmë car elmë hanya cuilë~. Yeah, I was one of those 'child prodigies' back then, cruizing through novels and programming computers when the rest of the class was still working on Curios Georgre. What the hell happened to me you ask? Sex, drugs, and rock n'roll of course....which eventually evolved into absolutely amazing sex, more booze than you can shake a liver at, and true fucking ear-drum blasting metal. Once I had my first taste of it, there was no looking back....and I wouldn't have it any other way. I shall wield this blood-stained blade that we call 'metal' untill the day that I am finally cast upon my funeral pyre and the blade has been passed to the next generation of warriors. cheers to you, my friends....and may you die well.