"velvet crayon was born out of a guitar feedback induced union of lust and mistrust between a wandering space monkey sailor on acid and an earth woman after she had been lost for fifteen years on her way to woodstock. with ears corrupted by bands of gypsys, a heart lost in a rainy northwestern neverland and an imagination intoxicated by summers of surreality, velvet crayon howls out an aural multicolored confetti soaked in liquid memes." (gary maglary, 2011). thanks gary.
i am erik (velvet crayon). i make stuff you can hear with your eyes, see with your ears and touch with your brain.
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my music sometimes sounds like:
a scratchy 45 being played on a laser disc machine, directed by a mental patient drop out turned art school runaway who is comforted by fuzzed out guitars, psychedelic children's stories and the reverb of abandoned caverns.