Born of the sun, wind, sand, and sea, round and round the globe goes he... Having been blasted forth from the depths of the Earth's core and sent out into the atmosphere from the gurgling mouth of a volcano, sometime during the paleolithic era, Nomad, an involuntary time traveler, learned that by eating the brains of predatory species, and never allowing the light of day to touch his skin, he could survive indefinitely. He subsisted in this dark and secretive manner until 2007... A million buh-jillion years later, learning of the creation of the RC-50 Boss Loop Station, Nomad realized that his time had come, and that he would remain silent no more. He sloughed off his diet of predator-brains and broke into a Californian tanning salon in the wee hours of the night with the intention of becoming a normal-looking human, just like you. Dizzy from malnourishment, but alive, Nomad finally stepped out, squinting, into the light of day, and eons of silence were broken when he opened his mouth to sing, and shattered every pane and bottle of glass, every car windshield and mirror, every window and goblet of fine China, within a twenty mile radius. The eardrums of small animals and children will never quite be the same, and Nomad felt very sad about what he'd done. (There is currently an X-File on it with the FBI) Quickly realizing that to sing in his God-Voice would be far too much for this world to handle, Nomad has opted for a more toned-down, human sound, but listeners, fans, and Nomad's own triumphant ego all agree that he is not too convincing in this regard, and is often thought to be the second coming incarnate. Hell bent on blasting his eons of accumulated psychological demons back to hell, Nomad continues to write and to perform to this very day. You should buy his album like NOW. Serially. Totally, super-serially. That's all a load of BS by the way. Here's my actual bio: My parents fornicated and I was born. I grew up in the Suburbs of Columbia, MD, where I got horribly full of wanderlust. After college I found that day jobs and routine kill the soul, so I hopped into my car and I've been roaming around the US for the past 5 years writing, recording, and performing music. I feed myself with disposable, meaningless jobs, and keep alive the dream of being a rock star. Yeah, let's go with the first story, shall we?