Welcome

This is my own sovereign nation-state. Please present your passport and appropriate visas and keep in mind I am susceptible to various forms of bribery and barter should you wish to take your chances.

The cultural properties and random oddities herein are for edification and amusement purposes only. I will not be held responsible for any sudden bouts of madness or physical injuries that result directly or indirectly from your stay in this nation. Continue at your own peril.

This offshore cybernation will serve as a silo for my surplus musical output and also a repository for metric fuckloads of original ideas, unbelievable claims, and shocking material that I deem appropriate to share without any unwanted self-slandering results. I wouldn't want to incur the expense defending myself against me in a court of flaw abroad.


The Low-Down

When I first joined Kozmo 3 I had a loaner bass vouchsafed to me by our very own Kozmo Rob. This green and white Fender Jazz Bass imposter was put through hell during roughly three years of gigging and drinking with me.

It was a gnarley and rugged little instrument.

Not only was it able to withstand the weekly beatings, torturous thumb-slaps, and occasional elbow-jabs that I administered to it on stage and in the studio, it was also a survivor of repeated after-show alcohol clouded falls down stairs and sunrise drags up my street to crash.

Unfortunatly, that old bass is currently on medical leave and resides in my office. Don't ask why. I only revive it for noodling between classes. In its place is a resplendent sunset orange Fender American Jazz Bass.

The transparent orange finish allows one to marvel at the intricate ash wood grain and the rounded body on this bass guitar makes getting belly to belly with it a pleasure.

This cocksucker was more expensive than the cobalt blue 1971 Pontiac Firebird that I had purchased with my honestly earned paychecks and cleverly laundered funds when I was in school high.

In addition to the sexy body and transparent outfit, this bass guitar's sonorous voice is an amalgamation of ocean trench lows, warm magma-like midrange sound, and highs that sing as delicious as little debbie's cream.

That is all for now. Brian hopes to further develop this cyber-real-estate by adding an equipment page, maybe some of his creative writings, and maybe some pictures soon. check back soon...