My name is Klit Killingworth. I was born in the cold winter of 1963 in Boston, Massachusetts. I have been singing and dancing for as long as I can remember. My mom played piano in our living room where she she would belt rousing renditions of "Barney Google" and "Abba Dabba Honeymoon." I would fall asleep every night with the transistor AM radio I received on my fifth Christmas playing under my pillow. On Sunday mornings when AM would switch over to Sunday Sermons, I would sneak downstairs and listen to FM stereo on my parent's 8-track player with headphones on. The strains of early Jethro Tull were for sure the work of the devil.

In my Junior High School years I played in bands at High School dances. During my High School years I played at nightclubs. Before long we had songs on the radio and videos on TV. I knocked up my manager and became I father at a very young age. At this time I made the transformation from performer to the business side of the music business.

The nightclub side of the music business coincided nicely with the grunge revolution and all my friends got rich and famous. I was altruistic and missed the gravy train because I thought that this revolution was not for sale. Little did I know that all of my friends would have sold their grandmother's loins for a shot at super stardom. If I only knew.

All the while, music remained my muse in the advent of the internet.

When I climbed to the top of the music business ladder in New England I was shocked and dismayed to find that the very people who controlled the music business really didn't give a flying fuck about the music. They were selling a commodity and it wouldn't have really made a difference if the product had been toothpaste or blue jeans. It was all about the bottom line.

I added another munchkin to the brood focused more on streaming technologies like web casting and cams and radio streams.

In 2004, I was involved in a serious car accident that changed my outlook on life. I dropped out of society and lived for the following six years in the sub-tropics, collecting even more music and expanding my repertoire to include reggae and soul and learning a greater appreciation of great music and an even greater dislike for the music industry as a whole.

This past spring was spent in Los Angeles with many high ranking members of the music industry and once again I wasn't disappointed. The same idiots who have no clue or care concerning the music itself are still in the trenches pretending that they are in it for music's sake.

Hence, The Whether Station.

I don't give a fuck about whether you like it or not.