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you wanna know something? of course you do. well i'll tell you: i got my name when i dropped a single on my friend young and hungry's label. it was called houseboy records. he created it just after he moved into his girlfriend's studio apt and quit his day job. it wasn't a real label. i mean, it almost was. it had artists and musicians and master copies and sorta contracts but nothing ever came of it. commerically speaking.

the first album, "houseboy records 5th anniversary special" sold like four CDs at Other Music. it was this whole piece of art--the two of us made up different bands and personalities, album names and song titles for his various homemade fruity loop tracks. i wrote the liner notes.

i remember some of it: there was a band from Japan who were obsessed with Joy Division. one of them stood on an ice block and hung himself while he was high on smack. we had a scottish band called 'drunk and white'. all these little stories relating to this weird, dark electronic music. apparently it was one guy from like, denmark, who bought all four copies.

anyway, my track wasn't on that CD.

i never really made it to CD. i'm lost somewhere on a tiny little tape. some camera footage too--of me with a forty. rocking out to my self-penned jam La Sonique. chain smoking.

anyway i just liked the name TRUEBOY. i could see it as a nameplate. on a chain or whatever.

it went with my stylo. wearing my hat backwards and rolling with the guys but having big tits and an ass. fuck that shit i was down for whatever.

that's back when i used to suck cock like it was my job.

anyway,

that's how i got my name.

young and hungry had some hard times and headed west to california.

i don't think he uses that name anymore.

actually i don't know what he uses. he might be dead for all i know