I woke up this morning fully clothed in a Chicago hotel room, with my head beating like a conga drum, and my mouth dryer than a camel pelt. My business partner Andy was laying next to me, so passed out that I could have harvested his kidney without him waking up. The last thing I remember was my publicist Hannah rambling about insignificant matters with a pair of female gypsies that we’d met at the hotel bar, Andy running through the halls of the hotel in some sort of delirious quest for freedom, while I searched Craigslist for a live Antelope fawn to add to my collection. In other words, it was a pretty typical Wednesday night.

Assuming that his Friendster page is accurate, Taylor Crowell also knows a thing or two about harvesting organs from drunken business partners, and starting a petting zoo from the ground up. Taylor’s skills are numerous, his flaws few, and I could easily spend hours covering his many talents. I guess the cat’s out of the bag, but if it were up to Taylor the cat would have been held in a steel cage, and never a paper bag. If you know what I mean.

Another one of Taylor’s is strengths is playing guitar. Taylor is the lead guitarist for Atlanta’s own Ocha la Rocha. Ocha la Rocha makes wonderful music for all occasions, and is worth a look if you like sound.

Does Taylor drink Whynatte? I’ll let the picture answer that one: