Jose Nation, a resident of Brooklyn, NY, attempts to rock on a regular basis. He used to be seen behind the drum kit for the explosively popular NYC band the Shallow Divers. However, times have changed. Jose was crushed to witness the band grow apart over the years, but has now regrouped and begun his musical aspirations anew as a hotter than all-fucking-get-out solo act.
Jose is the last of the truly renascenceian men. Just as adept with the pen as he is blazing the neck of his Fender Strat, Jose smokes a trail of pure, epic, cultural madness as he smacks the shit out of what you think pop culture is supposed to be.
When the others zig, Jose zags…and vise-versa. Anything you place upon a pedestal, Jose will knock to the ground and tear from it the mask of hypocrisy that keeps you bound in empty allegiance. The things you love, Jose scorns. And through his scorn, he frees you. And is it easy, this freedom? Does it taste the way you remembered? Or is there a bitter undertone not recalled from the dickless days of your youth?
Don’t let Jose catch you crying. He was the first to tell you how badly freedom sucks.