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.