To paraphrase two separate songs by one of my favorite bands, Guided by Voices, I am both a sad and a hot freak. I am also a multilingual curmudgeon, living in the beautiful city of San Francisco, California, with my lovely wife and horrible cat, whom the vet describes as "obese and fractious," and whom I resemble in more ways than one. I work in the nonprofit sector, and dig travel, reading, writing, nightlife, cartoons, rock and roll, beer, and drinking so much coffee it'll make your ass hurt. Among a couple of other things.
I play the guitar and keyboards badly but with great enthusiasm, as well as doing something that can sometimes be mistaken for singing, and am always seeking out fellow lo-fi, lo-talent plonkers to collaborate on an indie rock monstrosity. All encouraged to apply, especially if you play drums, have a practice space, and have a high tolerance for monotony.