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Bluesman Scott H. Biram and art punkers NoBunny are the musical guests. Community representative and Audience of One is Craig Hlavaty of the Houston Press. SugarHill’s Gina Miller is joined by Guest Host Matthew Wettergreen of Do713.com.
After his departure from Harvard Business School, Craig Hlavaty now spends his days tirelessly defending the merits of Lady Gaga and Slayer. The love child of Oliver Stone and Lester Bangs, Craig makes a living as the assistant music editor of the Houston Press, or does it make a living as him?
Scott H. Biram, a self proclaimed ‘Dirty Old One Man Band’ successfully, and sometimes violently, lashes together blues, hillbilly and country precariously to raucous punk and godless metal. Biram ain’t no candy-ass singer/songwriter either, sweetly strumming songs about girls with big eyes and dusty highways. HELL NO!!! His singing, yodeling, growling, leering and brash preachin’ and hollerin’ is accompanied by sloppy riffs and licks from his 1959 Gibson guitar and pounding backbeat brought forth by his amplified left foot. The remainder of this one-man band consists of an unwieldy combination of beat-up amplifiers and old microphones strung together by a tangled mess of guitar cables.Years of non-stop touring have honed his assault to a fine edge; his wide-eyed throw downs in the First Church of Ultimate Fanaticism routinely lead giddy followers to a fiery baptism.Scott H. Biram won’t die. On May 11th, 2003, one month after being hit head-on by an 18-wheeler at 75 MPH, he took the stage at The Continental Club in Austin, TX in a wheel chair – I.V. still dangling from his arm. With 2 broken legs, a broken foot, a broken arm and 1 foot less of his lower intestine, Biram unleashed his trademark musical wrath.
Entertaining atypical audiences fits squarely into Nobunny’s career plan. “I originally wanted to be a rabbit Elvis impersonator, then wanted to be a children’s performer,” he explains. “I still might do both, though I kind of am both. We can play to any crowd, young or old, PG or R.” Which explains why one finds playful props like foam novelty ears and dolls at his merch table as well as lines in his lyrics like, “This little piggy wants to get an erection.” Though he now lives in Oakland on the rare occasions when he’s off tour, the mysterious self-dubbed “half-man, half-jackalope” grew up in Chicago’s Ravenswood.