Un-signed singer-songwriter and producer residing in Panama City, Florida, USA.

I'm what we call a Work in Progress with the desire to inspire. Progress is a part of the process.

Birthed from deep within the bubbling bowels of Bay County Florida comes a phenom of auditory excellence the likes of which the universe has never seen nor heard. A being brimming with such breathtaking talent and ability that the greatest of author's words could not help but fall stories short in their description of all that he is, was and shall be. Baxter Dashingrod cannot be adequately described as words have yet to be created that come close to sufficiently summing up all of his characteristics and capabilities. He has burst onto the scene not unlike the Kool-Aid Man barreling through a brick wall, announcing his entrance with a slightly more melodic and extended Oooooohhhh Yeeaaaahhhh. Dozens of world renowned recording artists who wish to remain anonymous have been blown away by his verbal dexterity, technical proficiency, otherworldly breath control, Pulitzer Prize worthy wordplay and lyrics, piercing blue eyes, extensive fanny pack and WWF action figure collections and vertical leaping ability. One Grammy Award winning musician was recently quoted as saying that, The breaths he takes between bars are leaps and bounds better than anything anyone else has ever thought to create. He turned down offers to enter the NBA draft, join Barnum & Bailey Circus, defend the WBF Heavyweight boxing title he had yet to receive, and become the first human to drink a Capri Sun while juggling 24 24kt gold chainsaws atop a unicycle on Jupiter all before the age of 9 in order to pursue this groundbreakingly revolutionary career in music. Through all the accolades and honors he insists that he is only just getting started and that the future may in fact not be capable of containing all that he soon seems intent on doing and there is little doubt that libraries will be erected in futile attempts to house all that is written about him in the coming days, months and years. Each word glowingly positive no doubt, but still somehow woefully insufficient not unlike these.

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