A few words about myself... from myself (queue the laughter).

I'm one button push'n, knob turn'n, key press'n, string pluck'n son of a gun. Though I may travel far I'm never on the run, for I am a son. A son of the city where the fist of the Brown Bomber swings low, and the hits of yesterday's rich tones give birth to tomorrow's true song. My residual self image though I may fall, is likened to a glimpse, a reflection, or perhaps a 7th sense. Cause greater is he who is within, so from the beginning until the end he remains the center axis on which my life’s track spins!

Enjoy!