My feeble attempts at various creative endeavors seem to be multiplying and self-replicating, constantly eating away at that precious jewel of procrastination.

There’s this band, Maximum Indifference, in which I fool around on the bass guitar, fooling others in the process, and making them think I actually know a thing or two about music. Seven years of accordion lessons should have honed my musical acumen to a razor-sharp point, but being the worst music student ever didn’t really help any. In high school I grew tired of lugging my accordion around everywhere and performing like a monkey on a stick in talent show after talent show, so I decided to pick up the bass. I didn’t want to play the guitar, and the bass has two less strings than a guitar, so it should be that much easier to learn, right? Besides, I could already play a little keyboards, and if I really wanted to be just like Geddy, then I HAD to learn how to play the bass too. Great, so there I was, holed up in my room with my newly rented copy of an imitation jazz bass and Mel Bay’s "Beginning Electric Bass". So where’d that get me? Well, it wasn’t until I joined the jazz band my junior year in high school that I really learned how to play the bass? because I HAD to. Seventh period, every day, sitting there behind 30 other musicians, staring blankly at charts I had to fake my way thorough. Best thing I could have done. By the time I hooked up with Mark and Rich I had a reasonably modest understanding of this bass thing, as well as a few other toys? synthesizers, keyboards, effects devices, computers, sequencers, samplers? you get the picture.

"And the only thing that keeps me warm is the hum and glow of my machines."