Chris Forbes was born in almost mythic circumstances in the exotic ancient city of Cleveland. He lived a charmed and protected childhood, in rural Ohio and then in the troll-haunted mountains and tropical beaches of Southern Minnesota, where he was kept under the watchful patronage of the Muses. The new house in Minnesota had a mysterious object in it...a piano. No one knew where it came from, or who had owned it before the family moved into the house, but to young Chris is was a sign from the gods. At the age of 6, he began experimenting with the sounds the instrument could make, his favorites being the sound of all the keys on the instrument being struck at the same time, with the sustain pedal on. Thus began the corrupting of our young hero's ears. Constantly assaulted by tense dissonances and jagged rhythms, his aural appendages gradually twisted into a truly hideous form. But as terrifying as their outward appearance might be, it was nothing next to the deformations they underwent inwardly....for young Forbes, you see, could just not hear things the way other people did. Not for him the cloying cadences of Mozart or the sweet sounds of Tin Pan Alley. No, young Chris went straight for the most horrifying and hostile music imaginable. No wonder people began to call him "Weirdears"!

Much to his parents' dismay our hero was attracted to the most godawful racket possible. The more dissonant the sound, the more he liked it. From Schonberg, through the weird atonal jangle of the Darmstadt avant-garde, and finally to the ear-rending cacophonies of Cecil Taylor and Albert Ayler, our hero could find joy and pleasure in the most terrifying of musical chaos. Finally, at the age of 18, armed with a technical mastery of the piano and a vocabulary of chords that would make Olivier Messiaen quake in his boots, and his awe-inspiringly twisted ears, young master Weirdears went East to do battle with the musical philistines. For twenty odd years he has battled sweet, ear pleasing music as a completely obscure composer, a completely obscure avant-garde jazz improviser, and a completely obscure writer on other completely obscure composers and musicians. Many times his enemies seemed poised to conquer, mostly because they didn't give him the time of day!

Then one fateful day, young Weirdears was contacted by Cosmic Debris....would he come work for them and write up reviews of all the weird music he wanted to? Finally, true stardom seemed in his grasp. Elated by this sign of success, not to mention the windfall of advanced copy CDs that was soon to come his way, Weirdears enthusiastically jumped at the chance to once again do battle with the evil forces at work in the music world who's aim was to lull society into a sleepy sense of well-being!

Stay tuned....for the further adventures of Weirdears....