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| Home: Concert halls, radio stations and turntables across the nation. Wherever there's AC/DC power. Age: What's that? Profession: Assaulting unwitting eardrums with aery jazz riffs and free-form singing previously unknown to rockophiles. Hobbies: Helping old ladies across train tracks. Abusing his Les Paul. Trying to remember where he lives. Last Book Read: On The Road by Jack Kerouac. Last Accomplishment: Arrested for performing unnatural acts with his talkbox in front of thousands. Quote: "Plug me in, somebody!" Profile: Aquiline. Went the teeny-poon route, but has finally come into his own, on his own. Surpasses musical virtuosity by delivering the goods with raw power and wit. Nice teeth too. Beer: Boy Howdy! |
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Photo by Michael N. Marks
