Born from the primordial ooze of stale beer, coffee grounds and Cuban cigar butts, Peter Stanley knew at an early age that he was destined to do one thing: party with Wink Martindale. This eerie early precognition was soon supplanted by an urge to act out acts III & IV of Wagner’s “Die Walkyrie” at top volume in the throes of apoplectic fits of air guitar. Eventually his Momma managed to scrape up enough food stamps for a real live Fender Stratocaster, and the world has never been the same since.

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