About me: A victim of pop music, served by the pimps of big record industries. I too manifested myself into the whore of the self homogenized public. All my enjoyment I loved in making music, was gone...completely lost from all the compromising, and wheeling and dealing that resulted in a watered down, and safe version of my music. That persona has died...music is dead...only noise and silence remain. My musical ambitions: To make your skin crawl, through means of sonic pestilence. Instruments I play: Metal, wood, stone, air, plastic, and electricity. My gear: Lucid dreams, night terrors, frequency, sleep deprivation....and the occasional keyboard.