The softball sewage plant owned by the father daughter disaster is all brought to you by one man - lead singer, bass player and co-founder of the Asbestos Sisters, Martin B. Garner. Writing alone in his closet full of wallflowers, trying to salvage his brain water from the Hollywood morning. Maybe if the lonely old Mexican can use his leaf blower on a day in June, everthing would be fine.

What other way could you derive your senses in such a way... By computer chips and wizardry. In a not so vain attempt to control his fiscal chaos set down by a White man's law. No vacuum is needed for the lemon crumbs left in his bed. They will be slowly eaten by a small soul inside his ear.

What more could one need to get away with in order to write songs like "Hick Pi Barbecue," "Sour Caroline," "Pecan Divinity" and "Hell on a Cellphone"? Do not forget that this man helps control the core, and must continue to smoke the smog of the hills. Living like the butt crack of a refrigerator repair man who will never fix a hot tub.