Pimp Daddy Nash

He sauntered onto the scene from somewhere in the Midwest, an international ne-er do well maintaining a low profile as he filled listening rooms with Brazilia flavored beats and leftfield sound pastiches. A persona became a gag, then a serio-comic myth. While the masses partied, he played. Constructed. For years, as the rules changed and the music changed, the magic left and came back as magic often does. Such is the way of the electronic alchemists and new beat adventurers, always searching for the New Jazz Science.