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Recorded in 1999 in my dad's (Tobin Mueller) basement, this is my high school band performing one of our rare acoustic songs. We had several names, including Slacker Poets, Strawberry Genocide, and Delirium Tremens, but settled on New York City Crack Team.
That's a promo photo of me, maybe the first one.
We had a fan website and I posted this bio, which I find equally funny:
"my name is anton mueller. affectionatly known, to any who have shared more than thirty seconds with me, as twon. i was born on august 15, 1980, in madison, wisconsin, under a swarm of hungry bats. i did not cry when i was born, but i did cry when i first heard "adagio for strings" by samuel barber.
when i was three years old i could recite the names of every president and greek god, but since then i have replaced that knowledge with usless facts about led zepplin and the past and present rosters of the green bay packers. i believe that a supreme being is our future, not our origin (obscure "dilbert" reference). i am gifted in the use of the english language and have been known to write several extensive research papers at once in a mere 2 hours. i once adopted two baby robins and nursed them back to health over the course of a summer, teaching them how to fly and hunt for worms. i ended a promising football career by falling off a mountain during an afterhours bike excursion. i once traveled to africa and spent a week living naked in the jungle just outside of victoria falls, zimbabwe. i have written dissertations on the subject of negative-cognitive disorders which the psyciatric community have done their best to cover up, believing me to be dangerous and revolutionary in my ideas. i once saved an old folks home from being overrun by a hive of an aggressive species of housefly, using only a rolled up "saturday evening post" and a bottle of windex.
my father is a brilliant composer and my mother is an educative adminisrtator. my brothers are both far more talented than i, and my sister is far cuter. i believe tyler durden and james t. kirk are the greatest heroes of the 20th century. i work the graveyard shift at a posh new york hotel for insurance coverage and social curiosity. during my lunch break i rent grappling hooks and swing though the city looking for evildoers and righting wrongs.
my favorite album of all time is "thud", by kevin gilbert. i believe ian anderson was a great artist and a visionary until he gave up illegal drugs and decided to take valium to aid in his creative process. for two hours each week i sell out and compose horridly unoriginal pop standards for untalented cantonese artists to earn the money on which i survive. i smoke compusively when i am composing, but would never admit to it. i think that ben folds and maynard james keenan are the only musicians to emerge since 1990 who have said anything of any social significance. i own every recording by the band YES, and have made jon anderson's voice the bane of my neighbors' collective, early morning, existences.
my favorite food is not chicken. all matter is made up of very small things, i, however, am not. i am a raging egomaniac, but i am unequaled as a listener. i am a shoulder to cry on to some, the fool on the hill to others. i eat anything, as long as it tastes good. i cannot burp."
That's a promo photo of me, maybe the first one.
We had a fan website and I posted this bio, which I find equally funny:
"my name is anton mueller. affectionatly known, to any who have shared more than thirty seconds with me, as twon. i was born on august 15, 1980, in madison, wisconsin, under a swarm of hungry bats. i did not cry when i was born, but i did cry when i first heard "adagio for strings" by samuel barber.
when i was three years old i could recite the names of every president and greek god, but since then i have replaced that knowledge with usless facts about led zepplin and the past and present rosters of the green bay packers. i believe that a supreme being is our future, not our origin (obscure "dilbert" reference). i am gifted in the use of the english language and have been known to write several extensive research papers at once in a mere 2 hours. i once adopted two baby robins and nursed them back to health over the course of a summer, teaching them how to fly and hunt for worms. i ended a promising football career by falling off a mountain during an afterhours bike excursion. i once traveled to africa and spent a week living naked in the jungle just outside of victoria falls, zimbabwe. i have written dissertations on the subject of negative-cognitive disorders which the psyciatric community have done their best to cover up, believing me to be dangerous and revolutionary in my ideas. i once saved an old folks home from being overrun by a hive of an aggressive species of housefly, using only a rolled up "saturday evening post" and a bottle of windex.
my father is a brilliant composer and my mother is an educative adminisrtator. my brothers are both far more talented than i, and my sister is far cuter. i believe tyler durden and james t. kirk are the greatest heroes of the 20th century. i work the graveyard shift at a posh new york hotel for insurance coverage and social curiosity. during my lunch break i rent grappling hooks and swing though the city looking for evildoers and righting wrongs.
my favorite album of all time is "thud", by kevin gilbert. i believe ian anderson was a great artist and a visionary until he gave up illegal drugs and decided to take valium to aid in his creative process. for two hours each week i sell out and compose horridly unoriginal pop standards for untalented cantonese artists to earn the money on which i survive. i smoke compusively when i am composing, but would never admit to it. i think that ben folds and maynard james keenan are the only musicians to emerge since 1990 who have said anything of any social significance. i own every recording by the band YES, and have made jon anderson's voice the bane of my neighbors' collective, early morning, existences.
my favorite food is not chicken. all matter is made up of very small things, i, however, am not. i am a raging egomaniac, but i am unequaled as a listener. i am a shoulder to cry on to some, the fool on the hill to others. i eat anything, as long as it tastes good. i cannot burp."
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Lyrics
make me hope
(music & lyrics:mueller)
and i feel it's over now
i have those things i couldn't dream
and finally i want to cry out loud
i finally love something i see
i am blind from
my love shine
i have become
part of someone's life
pain can't hide
and i take it all in stride
because i've got someone to take it with
i finally hold my life up high
it's easier when there's someone to
hold it with
my walls were
oh, so real
now they're all
falling down
i welcome this reeling
'cause in you
i drown
i catch my smile at the corner store
i don't use it much anymore
see how you make me smile
see how you make me cry
with joy
see how you make me
see how you make me hope
(music & lyrics:mueller)
and i feel it's over now
i have those things i couldn't dream
and finally i want to cry out loud
i finally love something i see
i am blind from
my love shine
i have become
part of someone's life
pain can't hide
and i take it all in stride
because i've got someone to take it with
i finally hold my life up high
it's easier when there's someone to
hold it with
my walls were
oh, so real
now they're all
falling down
i welcome this reeling
'cause in you
i drown
i catch my smile at the corner store
i don't use it much anymore
see how you make me smile
see how you make me cry
with joy
see how you make me
see how you make me hope
TobinMueller
Very funny bio. What a great photo. You haven't changed a bit. (Have you learned how to burb yet?) By the way, did my tune "Walls" inspire these lyrics in any way? Just curious... Also: very cool bass work on this track, I wish it was more up front.