LOCATION
Chicago, IL

HOMETOWN
Boston, MA / Miami, FL / Quito (Ecuador) / Taipei (Taiwan)

OCCUPATION
Multi-tasker.

FAVORITE MUSIC
Faith No More, The Beatles, Bad Religion, Doves, Jellyfish, Iron Maiden, Lag Wagon, Idlewild, Tom Waits, Carcass, Ben Folds, Napalm Death, Tori Amos, Hot Water Music.

FAVORITE MOVIES
A Better Tomorrow, Stand by Me, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Back to the Future, Buffalo 66, Miller's Crossing, Swimming With Sharks, anything by Beat Takeshi, anything with Chow Yun Fat, anything with Stephen Chow.

FAVORITE BOOKS/AUTHORS
Louis Cha, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Douglas Adams, Please Kill Me, Clive Barker, The Silmarillion, Choosing Death: The Improbable History of Death Metal and Grindcore.

FAVORITE ANYTHING ELSE
Layne, being obsessive about music, insanely overanalyzing (from every possible angle) pretty much all existing matter and thought, eating, working out, living in Chicago, making #1 hits with Joel, Christian and Dan, manga / anime / Dragon Tiger Gate comics, certain video game franchises, giant cookies, fuzzy-hooded winter coat, being calculatedly rude and crude at inappropriate times, baked goods, Mike Patton (except Fantômas), Apple products, absurdist humor, gummy candy, gushing over dogs (especially pugs and my boy Conan), black glasses, Lao Sze Chuan, Rinconcito Sudamericano, Mitsuwa Chicago, Canon Power Shot series, history, Penny Arcade, The Perry Bible Fellowship, VG Cats, vodka.

ADDITIONAL TIDBITS
Trilingual multi-instrumentalist; compassionate misanthrope.

INSPIRATION
"Donald wept through the proceedings. His tears soaked through the canvas that cloaked his twisted face and the stained orange jumpsuit where with such rare distinction he once displayed the evidence of his outstanding contributions to the maintenance of a kingdom come. But those days are gone. He's nothing more than a number on a docket thick with shareholder, engineers, PR firms, politicians: war-profiteers. 'How the fuck did I end up here? This just isn't fair. Ain't no place for a millionaire.' He searches for the words to stop this table in mid-turn, like 'we are but old men' and 'we only did what we were told,' but the laughter from the gallery drowns out these vestiges of a profession's oldest defense. 'The court will direct the record to reflect compliments from the bench; you, sir, are central casting's crowning achievement. And for your outstanding performance in a comedic role, I'd like to dedicate the findings of the jury to the dead.'

But how can one man ever repay a debt so appalling? Can't gouge 10,000 eyes from a single head, so I think we should observe a sentence that will serve to satisfy both a sense of function and poetry: so you will spend the rest of your days drenched in sweat, with your face drawn in a rictus of terror as you remove another buried land mine fuse. Meanwhile, 100 yards back behind the sandbags, a legless foreman pulls the trigger on a red megaphone. Squelching feedback. Drunken laughter. Broken English. His dead daughter's picture. Time and tide, no one can anticipate the inevitable waves of change."

– "Iteration" by Propagandhi

CURRENT RAVES
Forgetting Sarah Marshall will probably be my favorite movie of the year
Tom Waits Swordfishtrombones
Final Fantasy IX
Hot Water Music Till the Wheels Fall Off
No Use For A Name The Feel Good Record of the Year
Riddle Of Steel 1985
Stephen Malkmus & The Jicks Real Emotional Trash

DESERVING OF BLOWTORCH SLAUGHTER
Owner of Everyman Sound Co. in Gainesville, FL
The state of air travel these days