Greetings,

    When I'm not tweaking the sound of a snare drum or violating a marshall amp to squeeze out utter sonic chaos, I pursue my other muse - the elusive quicksilver glint of women. It's an intoxication that grips me with the same blend of technical twiddling and escape into dreaming. The thrilling mad dash into oblivion and exploding, with a strong grounding in the reality of shutter speeds and how to keep a diffuser from igniting. In a word, it's me. The pragmatic dancing with the divine.

    A few words about me. I record music for a living. This involves wearing many hats- producer, engineer, remixer, psychologist. I love the diversity of it. Ever changing yet familiar. I spent many years as an adolescent with headphones in ear shattering reverie. Music was passionate intensity and I wanted to be in the thick of it. My first immersion as an engineer was with Ministry. I remember waking up, trudging across the street to get breakfast, and then plopping down on the couch to watch "Scarface".

    My breakfast was continually interrupted by the rhythm of pause, rewind, and sample. In that moment I realized that I was born for this - this weird maelstrom of technical swirled with discovery. It was both easy and a continual stretching of my boundaries.

     Working in the Industrial Music scene introduced me to my other latent passion - the fetish world. It took me awhile to discover the depth of that interest. Most of my time was spent building a career in the dark little caves that we call "studios". The life of a studio rat is filled with intense and continual learning, offset by horrifying chunks of free time, and constant focus on the goal - more time pushing buttons and perfecting the craft.

    When I was a child, my girlfriend and I used to have a game (in between building a tree fort and being bored) where we would tie each other to a fence post and compete over who could escape the quickest. Obviously, my love for the slick, dark mystery of fetish was an early echo.

    My grandfather gave me my first SLR camera (a Pentax Spotmatic) when I was finally old enough. I still have that glistening chunk of chrome and magic. I caressed that shutter with a religious fervor. That same shudder thrills me now when I gaze through the viewfinder and glance darkly at the image becoming on ground glass. That moment will always be breathless.

    It's the frozen moment, that glimpse of the sidelong glance that mesmerizes - shattering illusion into the soothing fracture of becoming. It's remembering. Sometimes hazy, sometimes crystalline - but always magical. Silver transforming light into alluring vision.

    The siren call of women. The ecstatic moment of the erotic. The dark bleeding of the soul onto celluloid. Drunk bliss in the rectangle that speaks volumes in the coy, bold, turn of a smile. Eyes engaged, hearts ignited and the sumptuous ache of creativity laced in elegant kink.

    Welcome to my other passion.

    Critter

    

    P.S.- If you're curious about my musical history, you can view my discography by clicking Here