My name is Andre and Im the singer. I was really waiting for someone else in the band to write my bio for me….I mean, they make me drive to the shows… and carry a microphone AND my clothes … ALL BY MYSELF….AND they ask me learn the words to the songs….So I write them down IN HUGE LETTERS on cheat sheets. How much responsibility can one guy be expected to take on?????? After the last show they asked me to help pack the "monitor board" away… after they showed me what that was, I was more than willing to hold the door while they moved it into the trailer …it's all I could do ..I had a fresh beer and only one hand was available….Im a singer, but Im a team player as well…but let's be realistic… beer is expensive in a bar and warms up quickly…nobody likes warm beer.
I have many vocalists that I admire, but I most respect the ones who are able to avoid setting up and tearing down ANY equipment. I pride myself on the fact that Im not really sure where the wire attached to my microphone goes….I just know that when I scream and it's really ,REALLY loud, it's working. If it isn't working, well, that's where my responsibility ends….we have union guys or something that take care of that stuff….or one of these assclowns who play guitars or something plug it in .Im not sure….it doesn't really matter…no singer, no rock show…bottom line MAKE MY MIC WORK and I'll rock your balls off…
I also admire any musician/vocalist who takes pride in developing a stunning physique…. The kind that can only be developed by an intense free weight circuit(no sissy machines). Manowar, Kane Roberts, and Right Said Fred come to mind. I like to be sexy and there is nothing wrong with that. High weights, high reps and a diet of beer and chicken wings. Those are they keys to unlock the door of sexy. Im 62 years old… look at me and try to tell me my methods aren't working.
I enjoy a fine bottle of red and brisk mornings on a golf course. I like to litter, burn tires, kick puppies, point and laugh at children when they fall, trip the elderly, collect out of date calendars and read obituaries because they constantly remind me how great it is to be alive and be able to lift weights instead of dead and unable to lift weights.
See you at a show…or a wing joint.