I know this may sound stranger than fiction but most of it is probably true. I
have lived in California all my life. My grandparents moved out here from Iowa
in the 1920's.
I grew up in a very strange city in California. A city where the book "Tarzan"
could not be in the city library during the 1950's because after all lets face it
Tarzan was not married to Jane. They were living in sin. I attended the same
strange high school as "Weird Al Jankovich" who wrote such hit songs as "
Eat It "set to the tune of the Michael Jackson song "Beat It" "Eat it Eat it, if it
gets cold reheat it". ( but I digress, sorry) I am a direct descendent of the
"Adams Family" in Boston ( DA DA DA DA click click) So our house is a
museum when people come to seeum.
I am well educated but its not really who I am... I' m obviously "Single" for a
reason. No I'm not gay. ( not that theres anything wrong with that) I'm just
another misunderstood singer /songwriter trying to make it in a cold cruel
world ( "Cruel and Wicked City") My friends are usually people on the fringes
of life. ( Although most of the people in our band seem very normal to me) Of
course everything is "Relative" . I attribute this to my"Adams Family Values"
and the weird city environment that I grew up in. After all we all are a product
of our nature and environment. Although I'm considered quite strange; todays
word is "Unique" .
Please don't think that this "Bio" is any kind of invitation to stalkers or strange
people. I don't need any more crazy here. I've got plenty for both of us . So
go sell it somewhere else. (LOL). Remember our Adams Family coat of
Arms. Latin translation " We will gladly devour anyone who seeks to subdue
us." So why you may ask is Adams spelled differently ( Addams) . " Its really
not important . A distinction without a difference. We all know who we are at
family get togethers. We' re the ones who threw the tea in the Boston Harbor
and they are ones who took it home. ( Da Da Da Da click click) Well now that
I've written this bio I've lost the element of surprise and everyone will be
looking over their shoulder for me. However it's really unimportant in the big
scheme of things. Don't ask me if you can come to any of our family reunions
you probably wont get in the door. You have to crawl through the window.
And I mean "Crawl" like swim the moat.( Hope you like alligators)
