RUSS GASPARD
One more singer, songwriter and guitar player in an endless sea of freaks.
I was a moody, poetic, rebellious kid who took guitar lessons from a blues dude in suburbia. This was back when there was still a middle class. A 'disc jockey' back then was someone who worked at a radio station. Many of them were actually allowed to play whatever they wanted on the air.
We played rock & blues in high school, wrote songs and raised all variety of sonic hell. We were legally declared a 'public nuisance' by the city. (I'm so proud...)
In a gallant effort to avoid a more sensible path, I locked myself in the closet with a guitar for a few years at the University. I earned my degree and became slightly more odd.
Me and some friends formed a jam band called 'Refried Confusion' in 1993 and woke up on the floor of a New York hotel room seven years later. Wow, that was weird.
I still love to play guitar and holler... yes, even sometimes to the point of raising hell. Some days in fact, it seems like the only thing that makes any sense at all.
THE GRAIN
The Grain represents the texture of things, like the grain in a piece of wood.
The grain may also describe all the little pixels in the big picture. Those moving dots in the video of our perception that only make sense in relation to each other...
The grain can represent the heart of the matter, like a grain of truth.
It also refers to food crops, like amber waves of grain. The grain itself in fact, is the sacred seed for new growth in an endless cycle of death and rebirth.
Also it's a rock band. (Hee, hee...) Can you feel me my brothers and sisters?
