Recently I have noticed how the time we currently live in is mirroring my experiences as an artist just starting out in the 90s. The music, the art, the economic and political climate, the list goes on.

Looking back at the days when I started out, still a bit dewy and not quite fully formed, I had a bad case of "angry young person" syndrome. I am happy to report that with love and understanding (thanks Lomax) and some experiences under my belt (you take the good, you take the bad and there you have the facts of life, the facts of life) I'm not the same dude...but Femur still is.

He sees the unjust, unequal, and the unknown and wants to scream until his brain falls out. (Note to self: Draw Femur with his brain falling out.) I think this may me why I have had not shortage of ideas for this bone-headed buddy of mine. Femur sees the need, no the necessity, for the strong voices of TLC, Destiny's Child, and En Vogue. Their siren call of strength and power needs to light up the sky like the bat signal.

Thanks to everyone that popped by to give this page a read.
Much appreciated and see you soon.

Cheers,
Patch