hyperbole, sarcasm, misusing words for my own pleasure, repartee, hilarious retorts, randomness, playing sexy sweaty booty shakin' rhythms on the drums that make you wanna shake dat ass.

Oh...music is sorta my "Raison d'etre" you can say. It wasn't always like that...when I was a baby a suitor deemed me as a deamon seed so I was put in a basket and placed in front of the doorstep. A group of German barbarians picked me up, brought me into slavery and taught me the ropes of being a sheepherder. But they did not want me to look at it as JUST a "run of the mill" regular ol' sheepherder oppressed slave job but to encompass, live and look at it as a proud sheepherder lifestyle. As i developed my proud overbearing herding skill set I was moved to head herder. After years past the barbarians knew my profound love for quantum physics, philosophy, classical music and moonbounces. They knew that I would eventually overthrow their empire so they plotted to kill me off with human sacrafice.