My Name Is Mark
Clever and uncatchable, Mark is the brave
self-proclaimed commander of the musical patriots
who defend their world against schlock-pushing
corporate oppressors.
Clever and uncatchable, Mark is the brave
self-proclaimed commander of the musical patriots
who defend their world against schlock-pushing
corporate oppressors.
His Friends
Drake the guitar, 4-track recorder, impeccably made
boss pedals, the Alpha Male, harmonizers, malcontents,
sit-ins, and whatever’s lying around.
Drake the guitar, 4-track recorder, impeccably made
boss pedals, the Alpha Male, harmonizers, malcontents,
sit-ins, and whatever’s lying around.
Mark's World
North America at the dawn of the twenty-first century during the War of Independents, a
civil war riddled with mergers, reprisals, and episodes of sabotage. Mark is currently
stationed in the wintry Midwest’s artistic black hole of Rochester, Minnesota.
North America at the dawn of the twenty-first century during the War of Independents, a
civil war riddled with mergers, reprisals, and episodes of sabotage. Mark is currently
stationed in the wintry Midwest’s artistic black hole of Rochester, Minnesota.
His Enemies
The Blackcoats, (Time Warner, Disney, Bertelsmann, Viacom, and Rupert Murdoch's
News Corporation) and their five fiendish leaders who control the world’s media; but
also their cruel spies.
The Blackcoats, (Time Warner, Disney, Bertelsmann, Viacom, and Rupert Murdoch's
News Corporation) and their five fiendish leaders who control the world’s media; but
also their cruel spies.
Mark's Story
Frequent raids against the NPR fortified stronghold that Mark’s parents had constructed
left his childhood rife with confusion, distress, and late eighties pop ballads and tv jingles. At
an early age he enlisted in the ranks of the oppressors, seeking comfort through the likes of
Annie Lennox, Onyx, Jon Bon Jovi, and Bel Biv Devoe.
And yet, hope was not lost. Due almost entirely to the kindness of a handful of rebels (such
as viola de gamba playing Ralph, Julie the coloratura, Mike and his Ledbelly records) Markâ
€™s days of blind wanderings were numbered.
Arriving home from school one day Mark searched the house of his youth and emerged with
his mother’s old nylon-string classical guitar. Sitting there, upstairs with a 12 dollar copy
of “You Can Teach Yourself to Play Guitar� across his lap, Mark strummed the E
minor chord for hours on end… until, slowly at first, and then resolutely (like the determined
details of an almost forgotten story) that old guitar began to whisper its wild and transparent
secrets.
Every song since, it seems, has been a retelling of those first faint whispers against the small
bones of the inner ear.
Frequent raids against the NPR fortified stronghold that Mark’s parents had constructed
left his childhood rife with confusion, distress, and late eighties pop ballads and tv jingles. At
an early age he enlisted in the ranks of the oppressors, seeking comfort through the likes of
Annie Lennox, Onyx, Jon Bon Jovi, and Bel Biv Devoe.
And yet, hope was not lost. Due almost entirely to the kindness of a handful of rebels (such
as viola de gamba playing Ralph, Julie the coloratura, Mike and his Ledbelly records) Markâ
€™s days of blind wanderings were numbered.
Arriving home from school one day Mark searched the house of his youth and emerged with
his mother’s old nylon-string classical guitar. Sitting there, upstairs with a 12 dollar copy
of “You Can Teach Yourself to Play Guitar� across his lap, Mark strummed the E
minor chord for hours on end… until, slowly at first, and then resolutely (like the determined
details of an almost forgotten story) that old guitar began to whisper its wild and transparent
secrets.
Every song since, it seems, has been a retelling of those first faint whispers against the small
bones of the inner ear.
