BRANDTRUEBOY style fakin faker


Like any one of your standard “artist coming of age/realization of destiny” Hollywood flicks, my story begins in the wilderness, where I have wandered for many years. In this case, the wilderness is encompassed by the tiny dimensions of my studio apartment. Nevertheless, it stretches long and far, wailing thru electric bulb lit dust and weed smoke with the frantic ecstatic twang of indie rock guitar solos. In here I go to places few have ever been, and fewer still have been able to convey.

Ever since I was a child I knew that I was going to make something that no one had ever made before.

It coulda been a bomb or a bridge but it turned out to be a blog.


i hang out over here sometimes---check out this post on television. I commented as dancypnts. Join up and lets get some of our cukoo flavor in the mix