BANDS

My dearest project. We played janky punk clubs in front of a handful of people. We played the Orpheum in front of 2000 people. Our songs were dadaist fever dreams characterized by odd time signatures, goofy lyrics, and jarring shifts in genre - indulging in our weirdest ambitions. We covered a car in bologna. We got Richard Marx to tweet out our song "Fuck, I'm Richard Marx!" We entertained as many people as we drove away. These guys made me a better musician. I sang lead, played keys, and wrote much of the material. We released two EPs. Go listen.

CoS lands somewhere in the nether regions between cult metal and free jazz, oftentimes performing with butoh dancers and jugglers. I play keys.

With my compadre Marz Richards, I've produced some kick-in-the-nuts dance tracks.

A sometimes project with my frequent collaborator Collyn McCoy. Improvisational noise. Sometimes the band is just him. Sometimes with me. Sometimes with another. No one knows for sure. I make uncomfortable sounds on a keyboard.

I consider Renfield to be the psychic brothers of my band Uberband. Oddball jazz clowns with a penchant for complex yet infectious music. I played keys and co-wrote some material. We made a fantastic album together. Marz and I also scared the piss out of some people at Circus Circus.

1960s-inspired garage rock led by a sort of sexy Nosferatu. We toured Greece and Germany together. I played organ.