I was abandoned as a child, and left to fend for himself, raised by a pack of wild armadillos somewhere near North Easter in Southwest Texas. Raised on a diet of grubs and peyote, I picked up the vibrations of XERF and XERA simultaneously from south of Del Rio, where I eventually got a job with Dr. Brinkley cleaning goat glands, finally becoming Wolfman Jack's personal valet, who taught me to spin records. Because I can only speak armadillo, I could never be a real DJ, but with the advent of this new medium, I can finally play my favorite tunes from my vast collection of Texas tunes. Enjoy.