Hot wings. I like ‘em hot enough to make a dragon cry.
Creating new monster music mixes. I love it when my tunes come alive and I can get all the monsters in the house out on the dance floor.
My style is on fire, baby. No really, I literally have flames leaping off my body. I’m like my own light show. I also have this smokin’ yin-yang symbol tattooed on my back and, of course, I never go anywhere without my headphones ‘cause you never know when a beat will blaze up.
Crossfade™, a chameleon. He’s the best pet ever ‘cause change never bothers him, and he totally digs my music.
Having to listen to boring music. Seriously, if music can’t transform you, it ain’t nothing but static.
I’ve got a bad temper. It’s not something I’m proud of but every once in a while it flares up and I have to spend a lot of time apologizing for it. I also have a hard time remembering some things.