A piece of debris from 80's/90's alt rock who overdosed on Pumpkins and REM took cosolation in the genius of Modest Mouse and Johnny Cash before irrevocably discovering the only, the exalted, Joy Division. Following this sublime bliss and a bizzare set of epileptic soul convulsions JD combined with some half-baked Heidegarian Philosophy to point his life-addled brain to 50's Rock and Roll and there he discovered the primal power of Jerry Lee, Chuck B, Little Richard, Screamin Jay, Roy, Eddie Cochran, the Bopper, and the rest of them. To round things out he begrudingly decided to explore the decade his parents quaintly thought of as "classic" rock and was relieved to confirm his opinions that his parent's taste sucked, for while they listened to Beatles, Zeplin, Moody Blues, and other crap, they could have been digging The Doors, ? and the Mysterians, and the Stones. But now he is forever cursed to to live bound to Joy Division like a priest to his god, a vampire to his blood, or that homeless guy by my grocery store to what I'm gessing is Meth.