About Me

It all started with a sexual attraction toward Wilma Flintstone, and developing the qualities to attract such a Godess. So I received my Master's from Sesame Street, where I majored in Cookie-Monster Etiquette and Oscar-the-Grouch Social Skills--I'm a quirky, artistic, creative, free-spirited, sarcastically sharp-witted, intensely deep, outside-the-box free thinker thriving on my individuality. I'm a psycho-cerebrally zany, banana luvin' guerilla filmmaker, and play drums at a professional level--I am that different drummer. I'm a lover of masterful songwriting which certainly transcends categorization. The styles which move me the most consistently toward dancing, drumming or simply savoring are: Classic soul, old-school funk, classic rock, jazz/fusion, D.C. go-go, rap/hip-hop--but only if the latter is exceptionally written, produced and delivered with a tasteful, timeless, superior-sampled classic hook. I also have a passion for exceptional movies--those leaving an indelible impact. I've suffered more than my share of loss in life, and I'm not afraid to admit the occasional benefits of a hearty, cleansing cry. And although time is my most feared adversary, it also somehow has a tendency to be among our greatest healers. But in the meantime, the perfect song and/or movie can still make the moment perfect, and for that moment life can be absolutely perfect. Usually comedy works best for me--Fortune cookie say: "Your sense of humor will always get you through difficult times..." My favorite period is the mid-'60s-'70s, specifically 1968--the height of psychedelia! My favorite actor is Peter Sellers while my favorite writer/director is Woody Allen for his body-of-work prior to his recently becoming a delusional elitist, passing on his now-diminished, sense-of-sophomoric- humor only to the intellectually lowest-common-denomi nator of his movie-going audience. I've an inherent love for animals, especially dogs. If I could choose a superpower, I'd like the ability to turn arsonists into eternal timebombs of spontaneous combustion so they continuously experience the feeling of being perpetually engulfed in their own personal, blazing, infernal hell. I'd also turn animal abusers and poachers into eternal animal prey so they continuously experience the feeling of being hunted, devoured, digested and excreted over and over again--but enough of my tender side. Though while on such an appetizing topic, if I could invite any five guests to dinner, why not the best?--John Bonham, John Paul Jones, Jimmy Page, Robert Plant and Karen Carpenter--We'd be sure to give her a much needed case of the munchies right through next day's brunch with a marathon recording session in between. Any day that provides the opportunity to meet someone special is the best day for doing so--If I knew chemistry's schedule I wouldn't be doing this. And even if you were to digest all this information about yours truly, it's still just merely scratching the surface...