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"The Artist Presently Known As Ed, 1994-1998"

These are my recording projects that achieved completed status mostly in the second half of the 1990s, a period when I used cassettes in various dubbing+mic input configurations, or later, a 4 track Tascam portastudio, or later still, certain work done on a Roland VS-880. These were my formative years in recording, and as far as that goes, good fun in turning out new stuff every several months. Hell times in life, and lots to sort out, but hey...

Slaves By Trade was a band I played drums in during 1994 and with the space available on the SC account, I decided to put the 9 song demo here. 

Rango is guitarist, vocalist, composer and producer Matthew Meadows, operating on the fringes of the Emerald City of Seattle.  His music evokes 70's hard rock vibes with grinding guitars and heartfelt, poignant lyrics.  Expect scorching riffs blended with psychedelic sounds, ranging from alternative metal to blues rock, Americana to love songs.

Drummer, Artist, Creative. #2019PaulGilbertBand shall ride again!

Jazz / Blues Session Guitarist and Recording Artist

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TAPKAE means The Artist Presently Known As Ed

I was born at a very young age.

I'm from San Diego, and so far I have never lived more than ten miles from where I was born. For a San Diegan, some would be surprised to find I never go to the beach. Likewise, I never go to Mexico if I can help it—not even to be a drunken teenager—though at the age of 21 I did drive four hot chicks there and got into every club for free (a lot of good that did me). Instead of being a drunken teenager, at the age of 16 I participated in a Martin Buber study group which prepared me for naming my dog 18 years later. I've smashed drum kits, printers, stereos, televisions, plastic models, bicycles, and bottles—something that I later deemed unnecessary since our universe is expanding, which means there will be more space between me and all those things that drive me crazy. I once ate too many chocolate chip cookies on a dare to impress a friend. He stopped being my friend after that (well, twelve years later or so), but I am such a fan of cookies I don't regret my cookie indiscretions. I play a mean Dsus2 chord on a Stratocaster. As a stage tech, I have been photographed extensively and populate the photo albums and home videos of people from around the world. I am big in Japan. I once rode my bike so fast I temporarily left the world in which I live, and achieved nirvana but you won't hear me talk about that much because I never really liked them much. My friend riding alongside me fell off and smashed his face in the pavement on the day after Christmas. He achieved a good place in line at the ER. I've used drugs, but only to make the world adhere better to my vision of perfection and to help my demons leave me by projectile sneezing. I was a criminal in second grade, but have since paid my debt to society, a nickel at a time. (Accounting for inflation, that would now be closer to a $20 bill at a time.) I have played a six-string bass with an air compressor. I later found the technique to be too clumsy and have since used an Ebow. I never smoked a cigarette. I tell timeless tales using only one syllable words. I bend sound mercilessly using my mouth and other body parts. I breathe light in and exhale gold vapor. I tell Jewish jokes to the Pope and he rolls on the floor laughing, probably because my knowledge of such jokes is eclipsed by his own from his days when he used to be a Nazi. I eat hamburgers made from sacred cows and tip the cows that aren't so sacred. I save the world daily, but it constantly runs away before the news crew gets here to film me doing so. I am the quintessential American, but smarter than many in power. Old ladies like me. Cats lick my hands on the first meeting. I am a budding expert in many things, not least of which is kama sutra sex. I play drums so loud God asks me to turn it down. I use elementary words and concepts around Republicans. I still write in whole sentences to piss off people who send text messages. I drink beer to impress friends and wine to act civilized around the dog—something that isn't too hard considering that habit he has as a result of natural prehensile flexibility. I spend my days contemplating the virtues of nakedness in public, and my nights realizing such dreams. I dream in H.R. GigerVision sometimes. M.C. Escher taught me to play guitar. I properly refer to the plural of "house" as "hice" and the singular of "rice" as "rouse." I sweet talked my way through my senior year in high school but never kissed the teachers. My head is sometimes in the clouds, my feet sometimes on the ground, my hands are in the cookie jar, but generally, my heart is in the right place, but that isn't in San Francisco, even as nice a town as that is. I have an IQ of 137, but failed algebra all through school. Now that I don't need to do math for a grade, I almost enjoy it, but that would almost be stretching the truth, and I'd never do that.

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