Real name is Jaree but all my close friends pronounce it Jerry. I plopped out of my mother in one of America's southern states and resided around those parts for 12 years before moving to Bangkok, Thailand. Since I arrived to Thailand at a fairly tender age, I have never seen a microwave, toaster, blender, hot water heater or a refrigerator, and color television will hopefully be imported sometime soon.

In order to kill boredom I simply lay under palm trees while juggling coconuts next to my endangered pet monkey. I was very fortunate that Bangkok's black market for endangered animals, which is near my house, still had gibbons which can be bartered for a few imported candy bars, a bag of rice and half a bottle of premium grade fish sauce.

In Thailand, we still utilize elephants and water buffaloes as primary modes of transportation. Elephants are used for public transport while water buffaloes are for personal use. As gas prices have soared worldwide, over the past few years, both forms of transport are now very costly, especially during these harsh times of an economic slumber.

I recently lent my only water buffalo to a friend of mine, and he unfortunately rammed it into a wall one night while in a drunken stupor. My payment for first-party water buffalo insurance has not yet been paid for as of this year, so my damaged water buffalo now lays in the garage, in need of repairs, dead and smelling of rotting, decaying flesh. But luckily, since Thailand still conducts business transactions and payment through an old-fashion bartering system, my friend agreed to compensate my loss with 3 prized fighting cocks, a night with his wife, a large can of cinnamon and four bags of brown sugar. So for the meantime I walk or do somersaults to commute instead. But I am now proud to acknowledge that I'm the only dude on the block with a full can of imported cinnamon and bags of brown sugar—and boy does it attract the ladies!

Our government, surprisingly, is now deciding whether to import rickshaws from China, and once the rickshaw bill passes we will be provided with another state-of-the-art vehicle, how THOUGHTFUL and EXCITING!!! I am also proud to boast how Thailand is a rapidly developing country and will one day become a superpower within 500 to 1000 light years. And from the outlook of how democracy is being conducted, we are definitely veering towards a sound political system and will hopefully become an unprecedented example for other countries to follow suit. POWER TO THE PEOPLE!!!

Whenever the opportunity arises I do freelance work doing jingles, melodies, lyrics and vocal tracks for adverts designed for the boob tube—in black and white of course— as well as the good old frequency modulation box —we have recently switched from AM radio frequencies to FM frequencies, so FM is a new phenomenon as well as a luxurious commodity here—and I am still baffled at the sound quality FM frequencies produce...AMAZING! As a dreadful day job, I write for two freebie magazines, and I get paid to eat and drink at restaurants, and sleep at serviced apartments and hotels, in return for typing a crock of shit for others to read.

Over the years, I became more interested in capturing an electronic based sound as well as voyaging through different genres. I’ve recently been involved with a side project under a mini-label called “Kitsch Cat”, created by a group of friends with the same interests and passion in music, art, fashion, graphics and design (www.kitschcat.com). Ever since the Kitsch Cat project has been established, I’ve been veering towards a lot of French-electro with 80s old school flavors. The ever popular polyester spandex shorts, Velcro, Rubik’s cubes, pet rocks and calculator watches are my means of inspiration—all deriving from a time when over indulgent Coke heads would roam the streets before heroin took over and turned the 90s into an imaginary soft pillowy cushion.

On the most part, whenever free time becomes accessible, in an era where power lunches, fast food, MSG and preservatives have become the primary means of sustenance; I try to utilize and invest each fraction of my spare time into music through caffeinated nights fueled on nicotine and chewing gum. Every now and then I toke a spliff or drop some blotter acid to enhance this mundane world that is ever so sweet. Whenever the mind becomes blocked and uninspired, I take comfort in origami folding, thumb wrestling, curling, sword swallowing, fire breathing, pogo stick hopping, and log throwing as constructive hobbies. Putting all that aside, I am attempting to breed the fastest sloth ever known to man kind.