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My father was a garbageman, I guess that explains why everything I do is rubbish... You know, I haven't always been this way... There was a time when I was a nice good looking young boy, it was a time of Milli Vanillis & Space Food Sticks, but that's a story for another time... My musician was discovered the year silverchair was supposed to make it up to us... It never happened... I was 17, my best mate had taught me how to play bass and then I joined a rock n roll band, from there on in I was doomed (but a recurring dream I had when I was about 7 hints that I was doomed earlier than that)... Ok, now for the stuff you really wanna know. Where do I start? I am known as what I like to call a 'musical terrorist', which means I will lure you in with a few cool melodies & catchy rock songs, then, when I have your attention; I attack your ears with stupid songs and crazy off the wall crap that has absolutely no commercial value whatsoever... Now, as I mentioned earlier I started my music