I was raised in the forest by a pack of gypsy wolves. It was there where I learned the essentials of living. Eating and hygiene habits, methods of dress, what have you. Later, when my incessant howling became unbearable to even the most forgiving of the pack, I was shunned.
Members of the pack stowed me away in the luggage compartment of a bus bound for NYC. Surely I would find kindred spirits there! And I did! Often mistaking those I met for, like me, having been raised by a pack of gypsy wolves. Imagine my surprise when this being of more refined elegance approached me and suggested I pull the meat out of my teeth, wash my hair, change my shirt and join her in this merriment she referred to as "the Kowalskis". Witness the rest of the story at a show coming to your town soon.
Boring version:
I grew up in a stifling Hell called "Upstate New York". I quickly (age 18)
moved to a less stifling Hell called NYC. To play music of course. Which I did
(and still do, thank God). A couple of albums with a couple of bands The Vacant
Lot & Sloth), many tours and uncountable road trips later, I have
(amazingly) not had a nervous breakdown, a serious drug problem, a bitter
withdrawl from "the whole music thing" or a fucking penny earned from it all. I
always said I wasn't in it for the money. I never believed myself for a second.
If the Kowalskis EVER become rich and famous, I will personally find out who is
responsible, I will hunt them down, go to their house and do whatever the fuck
they want me to do. If not, I still get to go all over the place and be silly
in front of people.
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