A profile in Fangoria magazine once described his work as featuring "crystalline characterizations, an increasingly lyrical prose style, and plots that combine any number of disparate elements." Yes, but is it Art?
Early last year saw him and his long-time paramour, photographer Dolly Nickel, haul stakes 1000 miles for Boulder, Colorado, oft described by those who know as "an island surrounded by reality," which he generally prefers to Chris Yardley's epithet of "granola-Nazi land." Really, they're more granola-fascists.
Turn-ons include still waiting to hear from that damned regrouping of Fields of the Nephilim, and surrounding himself with an ever-more-confining arsenal of keyboards, didgeridoos, and digital recording gear, which have gathered under the aggregate moniker of Green Man Studio and very much want a room of their own.
Spiritually he considers himself a pagan-gnostic-existentialist-odinist with strong leanings toward Celtic shamanism and ritual magick, but is always willing to consider adding yet another hyphen.
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