SenorSauce

Music fuels my soul, then punches me in the gut leaving me gasping for air, and then when I think death is calling my name it comes and helps me to my feet and tells me I'm not done here yet, I'm still needed, my mission has not been completed. And so on I go into the unkown with ears wide open and boots tied tight, but not too tight.

Anything I can get my hands on. Right now I legally have my hands on a harmonica in the key of D and a pair of electronic drumsticks I bought for 9.99 at Marshall's.

I prefer hardware.

I only use software when creating music.

I have been listening to the wind recently and birds in the morning but my noon I've had enough of their repeating sounds. I like the sound of a hamburger cooking.

Of what school?

I have many but am very bad at remembering names due to an injury I incurred that I don't recall happening but was told it did. I like Dilla J.

I never listen to it but I imagine it sounds like ripping a piece of tape from a hairy arm feels. So if you enjoy that feeling you might dig my sound....

Was convicted of stalking a blind person who I rode the same bus with on my way home from work and then lived in the same building with so I would follow home each day. I defended myself to save money, didn't work. Drank a lot after my 15 year sentence was over, died in a hot air balloon accident.