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| Home: Sphere of Croakers. Age: One sunny day. Profession: Underwater astronomer. Hobbies: Watching cars go back and forth, angling for the wily bluegill at midnight, paying homage to the Boy Howdy! shrine, renaming Beatles, turning himself on, and the odd Oriental femur. Last Book Read: Ichthyology Made E-Z by Kilgore Trout. Last Accomplishment: Conning the editors of CREEM into conning the publisher of CREEM into putting him on the cover. Quote: "Alas, poor Yorick, you've got to be kidding." Profile: Often mistaken for Reg, our chum Robyn first blew minds at the turn of the decade with England's neo-psychedelic Soft Boys before venturing out on his own in 1981. Long a champion of things aquatic, his latest album Globe Of Frogs, is a grand celebration of life, liberty and the pursuit of fish. Beer: Boy Howdy! |
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Photo by Ken Settle
