Paul
lives on a rocky outcropping high in the Catskill Mountains near Woodstock, New York. Each day, he and his gang of outliers and outright liars head into the forest to scavenge for musical ideas and edible invasives. Paul comes from a long line of Druids, Soothsayers, Shamans, Alchemists, High Priestesses, and other Carny Folk. He is entirely self-taught, but his angels serve him well. He firmly believes that rock music will save your soul, but what you do with it is up to you. His advice? Be a ‘Do Bee.’ Don’t be a ‘Don’t Bee’. Shoo-bee-doo-bee-doo-da-day…
