Atlanta was my next stop, a downtown swallowed by suburbs, it was the escape of the Bible Belt. Atlanta was the most densely populated gay city in the U.S. and had more strip clubs and jack shacks than the eye could see, yet you still could not buy beer on Sundays.

The scene was supported by two of the greatest college radio stations (WRAS, WREK) that played more unknown and diverse acts anywhere. I would have to say the town was built on it's own sound of cow-punk, and southern hip-hop/r&b although it was ironically very influenced by Boston bands I knew. The free noise scene, though small, is what changed my whole approach towards music. Destroy what has been done and rebuild it again. This is where I can say my style truly blossomed.

The racism the south is known for was not apparent in Atlanta. In fact I found more bigotry within Boston. What did excist though was a faux "Southern Smile" and a scene, though supportive, that was too small. I played in every genre possible and it's related venue and I found Atlanta feeling as though it was closing in.

On to New York City, the largest meca in the world of culture and the arts. A place where groundbreaking sounds happen next to jingle recording sessions. A place where attitudes fly freely in one of the most competitive places in the world, especially if it's to get a seat on the subway or across the Williamsburg bridge.

When I am not on the road I live in the bohemian/polish neighborhood of Greenpoint, Brooklyn. I only hope I can bring all the diversity I have learned from all over the eastcoast to it.