Magic Junk is the brand name for the creative husband-wife team of M. Sahm & S.Rod. Links to their electronic life can be found below.
Find these tracks and more at Magic Junk RadioMr. Darcy At The Limelight by S.Rod:
Click here: Cubicle Song by M.Sahm
Mr. Mark Sahm. Artist. Writer.
Subject A:
Searching for a way to tap into the hidden strengths that all humans have...Then an unintentional overdose of cubicle life alters his brain chemistry. And now, when Mark Sahm gets clever or artistic, a startling metamorphosis occurs .....
MagicJunk.com is driven by hope, and is pursued by occasional web surfers. The website is wanted for a murder it didn't commit. Mark Sahm is believed to be dead, and he must let the world think that he is dead until he can find a way to control the raging creativity that dwells within him.
For those with a fetish for backgrounds, Sahm grew up in Southern New Jersey, and moved to New York in 1995. When he's not working on his art and writing at home, he works in Manhattan doing print production.
He prefers comfort before fashion. Innovation before tradition. Beer before wine. Wars before Trek. Trains before planes. Cats before dogs. Brunettes before blondes.
Truth over all.
Creative persons he admires, but does not necessarily consider an influence: Chris Ware, Radiohead, Chuck Palahniuk, Herbie Hancock, Keith Haring, Malcolm Gladwell, Wilco, Robt Williams, Geoff Darrow, Scott Adams, Morphine, Jackson Pollock, and Zero 7.
¿Quién Es S. Rodriguez?
Subject B:
Ms. S-Rod, the lovely Ms. S-Rod. All the world’s waiting for you, and the power you possess. In your Old Navy tights, fighting for your rights and the old Magic Junk website.
Ms. S-Rod, yeah Ms. S-Rod. Now the world is ready for you and the wonders you can do. Make a mousse souffle, cure a bad work day, make a husband tell the truth. Ms. S-Rod, where's your second hyphen, Ms. S-Rod?
All our hopes are pinned on you and the CSS magic that you do. Stop a text flow cold, make the Acryliture fold, change their minds, and change the world. Ms. S-Rod. You’re a limited edition iPod, Ms. S-Rod.