I’m a bit of a diva and a perfectionist…okay more than a bit. Mostly, it’s just about my music though, which causes monsters to kinda lose their minds for a few days if they hear me sing live. My voice doesn’t have the same effect when you listen to it recorded.
Fried peanut butter and banana sandwiches, thankyouverymuch.
Playing music and singing. What else is there to unlife?
From the top of my hotrod red victory roll hairdo to the soles in my shoes—don’t step on ‘em—I’m a high-octane rockabilly phantom de force. I’ve also got this pitch-perfect beauty mark that starts on my face and ends in the ginchiest tat ever.
Memphis “Daddy O” Longlegs™ is my pet spider. Course he’s not like any other spider you’ve ever seen, unless you’ve seen one rocking a pompadour while playing a standup bass.
I don’t like being told what to do—guess I’m hardheaded that way.