Otherwise known as: Cords

Birthday: May 3rd

e-mail: c-note@toowhitecrew.com

Working on: the endless sea of TWC pics, updates for Facebook, blog entries and sounds we need for TWC tunes. If it’s 3 AM, you can bet I’m hugged up with my vintage Korgs, iTunes, a set of headphones and my laptop.

I stay home to watch: nothing, but I DVR SNL like it’s myjob. And if I land on or Cops or Forensic Files, I don’t turn the channel. Same with Seinfeld –don’t matter how many times I’ve seen it.

Worst childhood memory: Never having a Green Machine. Even a Big Wheel was out of the question. All I had was this ridiculous yellow, tassled tricycle that was the laughing stock of the ‘hood.

Personal heroes: Jack Kerouac, Hunter S. Thompson and anyone who makes kids smile for a living.

You may have seen or heard me: in my former band Common Ground; rollin’ in my drop top clown car, singing the National Anthem at major league ball games; making my RUN-DMC appearances with Hairbanger’s Ball, MC’ing events in Chicago or at the Starbucks.

Nobody knows I: tape lyrics to my shower door when I’m learning a new tune.

My fantasy is: to spend a good chunk of my summers performing in the Greek islands like the good ol’ days.

People who knew me in high school thought I was: not on the road to becoming a rapper. I was on the road to a mindless corporate existence before I saw the light.

My most irrational act: Going off on smokers. I’d like to round up the exceptionally inconsiderate ones and bitch slap them. Y’all can suck it now that Illinois makes you go outside like a dog. Muahahahahaha!

Pigout food: Chicago Pizza. Shitcanned at 4 AM. The thick one, with extra sauce, extra sausage and enough crushed red pepper to start a fire. Then back off.

When I’m not working, I’m: On the tennis court. And I’ll take whatever bet you got.

If I’ve learned one thing in life: Don’t pursue happiness, create it.

The three words that best describe me: Carefully controlled chaos.