about livestock at large

Thanks to a total lack of social life (which was a situation which was remedied for the first time in Grade 12 mostly thanks to my guitar), I had numerous friends on the Internet. Somehow, people were interested in hearing me play. So I would make MP3s and spread them around. Clearly, my "band" needed a name. A friend of mine named Dane Bullerwell, recalling a tale in which a road sign bearing those fateful words was stolen, suggested "Livestock at Large" would be a good name for a band. It stuck.

My first album, Pyronecroboviphile (whose name, like most everything else on the album, was shamelessly stolen), was almost entirely made up of me playing songs I hadn't written on my acoustic guitar and singing badly into the crappiest $20 microphone from Radio Shack ever created. It was a modest success; it probably paid for the CD-labelling equipment I had to purchase in order to produce it. Most of the album's content was dictated by the Internet friends who had inspired me to record myself in the first place; every so often, someone would tell me, "Hey, you should record this," and most of the time, I did. I struggled to get a reasonable amount of original material on there as well, but I am not a lyricist, and so the covers dominated.

Since the first album, I have acquired a taste for acquiring and learning strange instruments. I've got a jawharp, a toy accordian, a portable pump organ, my own piano with a broken G key, a harmonica, a Yamaha DX-9 FM synthesizer, a trombone, and I will happily and annoyingly use whatever is around as a percussive instrument. (I like to pretend that I'm in Stomp.)

Drop me an email if you want a copy of my CD.

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