Chops and time with equal parts dynamics, sensitivity and understated
soul
melding effortlessly with
the odd face-melting solo or mind-numbingly gigantic riff. His amp
isn't even cranked up to 11. You sure this guy is a guitarist?
We're not either. But he will certainly rock your world while
simultaneously
tilting it at least a few degrees off axis with his haunting
lyrics.
While all the other kids at the guitar store drooled over flying v's
and envisioned fame and fortune with feathered hair and leather pants (no,
notassless, you sicko), young Daniel saw right through all the hype. What
Dano already knew so early escapes countless wankers well into adulthood.
Guitarists may get to wear more lipstick, but the bass player's the one that makes you
shake your ass. Dano has devoted his life to the fine art of moving
people's bodies and souls, one Hz at a time.
A lot of guys went through a phase in high school where they played
with their
organ too much. Lucky for John, by high school he was already
well-endowed. With a hand-me-down Hammond A-100, of course. Armed with
that and his extremely used Hohner Clavinet, he has hunted many years
for music's most elusive prey: the pocket. His quest has led him down
many paths, including some minor detours for which we forgive him. His
most recent discovery is the use of computers and electronics for good
instead of evil (he hopes). I don't suppose the green
goblin thought himself a bad dude, though.
