Maybe John Zorn, but he gets pretty out there.  

I think he just choked his chicken.

I wish I had a mate that would feed me regurgitated small birds.

Or when you are playing and someone try’s to talk about gear while you’re mid solo.  

“There’s a snake in my booty”

I know of a white rapper that will make spaghetti and bring it to you for a fraction of the price. 

A fan of the strange dark and mysterious delivered in story format over here.   

Danny Jones formally known as Koncrete. Gets into the weird shit.   

Just sign up for Kill Tony, act disabled, get a golden ticket, and then bypass all that straight to touring arenas.  

There’s still time to buy into it.  

It’s Sans Kim.