From my humble beginnings performing twee ukulele covers on YouTube, all the way through to me getting pooped on for art in my music video House of Air, the world wide web (sometimes abbreviated to “www”) has been a tool to bypass the front door of the LAMESTREAM MEDIA so I can sell my music to gay people.
It’s a full-time job pretending to be interesting, but thankfully the net (not to be confused with the 1995 film starring Sandra Bullock) has a way of making genuinely funny sketches, tweets and videos find their way to me, the protagonist of everything.
