16...in phantom years
From the top of my hotrod red victory roll hairdo to the souls in my shoes-don't step on 'em- I'm a high-octane rockabilly phantom de force. I've also got this pitch perfect beauty mark that starts on my face and ends in the ginchiest tat ever.
I'm a bit of a diva and a perfectionist...okay more than a bit. Mostly it's just about my music though which causes monsters to kinda lose their minds for a few days if they hear me sing live. My voice doesn't have the same effect when you listen to it recorded.
Vintage Velvet Red
Fried peanut butter and banana sandwiches. Thankyouverymuch.
I don't like being told what to do-guess I'm hardheaded that way.
Playing music and singing. What else is there to unlife?
Music history. Can't know where you're going if you don't know where you've been.
Mad Science. The only thing I want to create is music.
Memphis "Daddy O" Longlegs™ is my pet spider. Course he's not like any other spider you've ever seen unless you've seen one rocking a pompadour while playing a standup bass.