Their message is etched onto a golden record in a space probe speeding past the edge of the solar system, carved into a black pyramid submerged in the heart of the jungle, flickering across screens in a room full of worried-looking dogs, bursting in coded fragments from haunted outposts on forgotten islands, subtly adjusting the balances of your hidden bank accounts, shimmering in swaths of light above the trackless wilderness at the rim of the world. It isn't something you can run from. It blows in through the plants and wraps the cold and glowing heights. It grows into your hands at night.

dreamer / doer / music maker / fashion coordinator and other such fun stuffs. 

Born Baby Girl Ignacio Gonzales, adopted into the name Brandi Shigley.

Ideas are like rabbits. You get a couple and learn how to handle them, and pretty soon you have a dozen.

The Chris! Chris! Chris! Show plays live, via satellite from Austin, Las Vegas and wherever frontman Chris Decatur happens to be. The four other band-mates beam their performances onto a television where Chris is playing that night. Part comedy, part tech-savvy, this show will make you wonder "How the...?"

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