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Eddiebingo could not speak, so he drew pictures. Growing up in a Dallas suburb and being held hostage in his home, he watched cartoons, and felt the hate of the day through the news and families torn with drug and alcohol problems. He drew pictures of robots and monsters. He drew pictures of meeting people; having relationships. He drew pictures of violence toward his peers and authority. He drew pictures of mass destruction. Through a disassembled earpiece ran through the sleeve of his old denim jacket, he listened to defiant punk-rock and hip-hop on dubbed cassette tapes in school; pictures swirled in his mind, and he sang the songs alone. But he never had a Voice.
As he began feeling the push into society, he found himself making ends meet in unsavory ways. A stint in the military found him meeting people from around the country, many sharing his defiant attitude, and he began yearning to speak. While stationed in Japan his first words were formed - many of them Japanese. A chance meeting gave him the opportunity to place his voice permanently to magnetic tape. The Voice, at the time, would only manifest itself under the influence, and alcohol binges landed him a one-way ticket back to a small town in east Texas named Gun Barrel City, where he was shown much more sinister scenes of depravity, violence and drug-use.
His Voice was much stronger, and soon he moved back the Dallas area. Nurturing and playing with words, he began forming a new kind of picture. A mental picture, set to dark beats and sarcastic melodies. He now strives to transcribe his old pictures into fresh new masterpieces - gritty and playful songs that challenge the mind and inform the soul. They are tinged with the hate toward an unseen System, and the rebellion against oppression, all set in an whirlwind of alcohol and credit card debt.
As he began feeling the push into society, he found himself making ends meet in unsavory ways. A stint in the military found him meeting people from around the country, many sharing his defiant attitude, and he began yearning to speak. While stationed in Japan his first words were formed - many of them Japanese. A chance meeting gave him the opportunity to place his voice permanently to magnetic tape. The Voice, at the time, would only manifest itself under the influence, and alcohol binges landed him a one-way ticket back to a small town in east Texas named Gun Barrel City, where he was shown much more sinister scenes of depravity, violence and drug-use.
His Voice was much stronger, and soon he moved back the Dallas area. Nurturing and playing with words, he began forming a new kind of picture. A mental picture, set to dark beats and sarcastic melodies. He now strives to transcribe his old pictures into fresh new masterpieces - gritty and playful songs that challenge the mind and inform the soul. They are tinged with the hate toward an unseen System, and the rebellion against oppression, all set in an whirlwind of alcohol and credit card debt.
- Poor and Angry Recording