My name is John and I love stars. I spent half my life in California with mucho stars, half in Sweden with no stars and then fell deep for a lost Mexican Star Princess who I consume beyond measure. I kick it for now in the vaguely starry Carolinas, recording campfirey music, zombieing through wal*mart, and turning off the AC to be frugal when alone. I have been a creative cultist since childhood and also an active member of the Competition is the Root of All Evil Afterschool Club since the 80s.

Honestly, I am in Love, but still enjoy hovering over wavy paned rain and boiled-over characters with fingertap laptopping. Also music, tickling and jostling it, impregnating it with many seeds. I've played roots reggae and housepop and also spaceship funk. Yet I also just enjoy breaking it all down in a naked revenge against technology-perfection, phallic fetishisms and high school popularity extensions into adulthood.

I blew my brain on social anthropology and linguistics at stockholm university and therefore try to imagine things, things like how we'll deal with ourselves when extraterrestrials start landing their lightships. Currently, I am lounging in bed with my guitar boxers on with little career prospects due to the beastly market, drinking warm tea waiting for my favorite Dark Shadows youtube channel to become undeleted. 

Man I wanna play a gig.