All i really care about is avenging my beleaguered reputation. Fighting off the dim-witted hordes who are determined to leave me un-fulfilled. Proving that singing and indie whining are not the same thing. Getting spartan on those arses who dare include The Beach Boys in their bio.
Currently I am Second Tenor in The TM Band. Singing is my reason for living. My heroes are Mitch Margo and The Tokens. The Businessman Recording Studio blew up but I'm trying to fix it. In this studio we record The TM Band and lots of 37 second vocal vamps. I believe in muffin, perhaps tomorrow I'll believe something.
But now for something completely facsimilar...
I first appeared as a naked apparition in Wellington, New Zealand but was treated badly by the local wildlife.
I was spotted a second time some 7000 miles west on the the lonely south coast of Western Australia. My grip on reality was a little stronger this time, and i managed to maintain a tangible physical presence for several years. During this formative time i developed a love of pop music, harmony and art that has continued to grow and grow ever since.
Like the appearance of Our Lady Of Fatima my existence has sometimes been questionable. Though there are a few who do believe. Most recently i've been known to favour the Sub-Mediterranean climes of holy Melbourne, half way point between my beginning and end.
When first in this magical city i was profoundly lucky enough to be taken in by three travelling salesmen who had an indestructible passion for their product. We joined forces but the alliance was preternaturally flawed. I absorbed and grew with the help of the passionate salesmen, but we soon had to cut down the empire.
From that point on i dreamed and dreamed.
All i've ever really wanted to do is stand at the bottom of the Grand Canyon and sing a New York harmony.
Oh, please let me wonder.
