Soon I discovered that this rock thing was true. Jerry Lee Lewis was the devil. Jesus was an architect previous to his career as a prophet. All of a sudden I found myself in love with the world, so there was only one thing that I could do, was, ding a ding dang my dang a long ling long.—Gibby Haynes

He's King Gibby. The man is a god. They're all gods, the Butthole Surfers. And anybody who worships the Surfers can be gods too.—Daniel Johnston

Mr. Dingle lives his life with one foot in his mouth, and the other—in the Twilight Zone.—Rod Serling

Among other past lives, I lived in Project Artaud, played keyboards for the art-rock band Light Year, reviewed concerts and records for Artbeat and (under the pseudonym Stupid Artname) Damage, played bass on Gina Arnold's first 45, typed letters for George Shultz, ran the Low Rent Gallery, recorded with the avant-garde gamelan Other Music, hosted the public access TV show Bob's Party (A Mark and Marty Production), composed songs and incidental music for the Magic Theater's production of Sin, Sex, and Cinema, and worked as a production assistant on Choke Canyon and portions of The de' Medici Kitchen.

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