He was born in the cute, thoroughly redneck villa of Maxfield, Maine. Population of this town remains 86, according to the national census. It has stayed this number for a while even though he has attended the funerals of several townsfolk. So the dead have either been quickly replaced or are zombies. Neither option would be surprising.
Stovepipe spent his time doing very little for several years. Eventually, he discovered the VCR, upon which he in turn discovered horror movies, The Goonies, and even music (via James Taylor on Sesame Street and, shortly after, KISS via church sermons about the dangers of KISS). This combination explains his music perfectly.
In 1994 he heard Green Day’s “Basket Case.” The result was increased stamina during games of One-on-One basketball with his brother, and a love for punk rock that continues to this day.
Now in 2019, whilst waiting for The Rapture, Stovepipe finds this odd combination of James Taylor, Kiss, horror, satanic panic, and punk have been a lovely influence on his music. He hopes you hear this influence and, if all works out well, that you’ll at the very least try on some KISS makeup in your spare time.