Welcome and get lost.

Sorry, I meant to say, "Welcome and get lots ", but it just didn't work out that way.

I am a near-40 musician, music teacher, published author and wanted for questioning in a number of bizarre cattle mutilations

I think most people will agree that nobody deserves this. The Ev is a bi-polar creature given to fits of mischief and wanton injustice. One look at a transcript of my most recent mental health evaluation would give a seasoned combat veteran nightmares. That people leave me alone with their children, albeit in the "Piano Room", begs the question, "Are you out of your fucking minds?!"
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When I'm not down in my basement with my beakers and a car battery, wringing my hands and talking to myself, I give guitar, electric bass and piano lessons to a cadre of the most unfortunate children to be born in this hemisphere.

I've won my victims away from guitar shops by offering Hour-long lessons instead of that watered-down 30-minute gunk they feed you at "Tater's Pickin' Parlour" and the lessons are in your very own living room.

Most of my clientele are high school kids who want to learn the latest "Nobody Understands Me" entitlement of NuMetal and I half expect to see that Dateline guy in the kitchen when I walk in to pick up the check, the term "Chord Fingering" lost in translation over email.

I've been working with remnants of two other bands who managed to break up only after coming into contact with me on bass guitar.

That's not all I can be blamed for.

Over the next few months, I will be reaching out over the vast wasteland that is the Too-Much-Information Superhighway with my own special blend of mindless indulgence