John D Phillips

Musician, writer, magician, lollygagger, sayer of Words That Are Fun To Say, espouser of subjective truth, organizer of hootenannies, foe of ignorance, producer of random loud noises, and silent co-conspirator to all who question or chuckle or dance.

Father of one adorable toddler.

Find me occasionally on dA,
or at myspace.com/disordinated, or on Facebook,
or in my antisocial, messy lair on a hill above the Chattahoochee River.

I long for my school days to be over, so I may drop the pretense of being a classically schooled percussionist and just be a drummer again, and vibist and bassist, and teacher.

Keep a light in the window.