Mr. Xofuric Acid finds writing a bio, viz. the proffering of personal information in the self-aggrandizing style, or crier depuis votre propre côlon as some French Canadians say, tedious and devoid of brevity so therefore, in the interest of speed allow me to convey some personal observations, for instance, I know that for quite some time now Mr. A has been concocting bizarre music, odd noises, subversive images and other questionable oddities, a byproduct that more than five decades of earthly delights and tribulations have done to make him do something that sometimes does something visual or sonic for a someone, usually an unsuspecting stranger, and he really likes working with Mr Hunter, who is beginning to suspect something…

I was suspicious from the start when I met Xopher in an Electronic Music class at the University of Washington in Seattle. We went kelp hunting for a desirable horn on a bright sunny afternoon at the beach, which provided some kind of clue as to the whereabouts of Mr. A’s gremlins. But he demonstrated how to get rid of the gremlins, but it can only be temporary. As for myself, I boarded the Druid Van early on, I didn’t have much of a choice, as I too like odd noises, incidental bizarre music, images that would make your aunt’s butcher’s friend’s dog blush, and other bifurcated sound objects. So the melding of Xopher’s gremlins with my myriads of madness provides many stimulating hours of cosmic and earthly delights. I definitely suspect something. Maybe we will amount to something after all.

~Dave H.