The first time I happened across the being who would later come to be known as the creator of this artifact you are holding was at some burned out badass boogie bar on the uptown eastside of the hot metropolis way yonder back when. Strafing the crowd with stun guitar and wilful abandon and directing a crack unit that was part man - part machine it was obvious that the constraints of this format were on the verge of meltdown and a transformation would take place - thus he was reborn in the heart of the sun as a sonic-hook comicbook superhero sent back to earth to deliver mankind from a feckless fate.
Tracking the progress of this itinerant mercenary guitar-slinger surviving beaucoup tours of duty, innumerable sonic duels and a brief stretch in the federal pen on some phoney narc felony rap, we've seen that his transformation and investiture as Starchild has come at a price - a testimony to the long periods spent in exile developing and honing his skills as a great warrior of sonic wizardry. Adopting the appropriate mantle in each musical endeavour but always excelling in his chosen domain, mastering the melotronic, accentuating the multiphonic but always keeping his finger on the button marked "funk bomb". Writing, arranging and producing every damn cut in this composition of blissed out ballads and rock-it science, keeping an eye on the killing floor as well as blowing down the back door.
A man as comfortable on stage as in the studio, as in the cocktail lounge, as when entertaining a coterie of converts back at the crib.When guidance is internal and that guidance is your heart, then truth is eternal and love shall inform every part. As his will so mote it be.
I heard you wanted it bad...Ladies and gentlebeings, friends and neighbours, buddies and pals, I give you Starchild, and some!.. Can you get to that?

Written by the Rev Action Jackson 2001