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- Jawbreaker, Sunny Day Real Estate, Guns and Roses, Dr.Dre, N.W.A., Outkast, At the Drive In, APC, AFI, and anything heavy metal.
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- I'm a Gemini and have to satisfy my many personalities and thus: Emo's if I'm feeling punk, G&S lounge when I feel like chillin', and Aquarium to get my drink on and to scope the ladies.
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- Play basketball, drink, obsessively follow the spurs, chase skirts, study kung fu/art/ film, hurt myself playing sports, think up schemes to rule the world and make out with Jason Dick's college ladyfriends before he can. Ha!
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The story of Jake is not an uncommon one. Boy meets girl, boy gets car, boy moves to Austin and lands radio gig. Boy loses car and girl... Lets back up to the beginning, Jake was born Jacob Basilio Tripper in the heavy metal capital of the world, San Antonio, Texas. Proud parents, Jack and Chrissy, had no idea that Jake, or "Son of a Bitch," as he was referred to by many of the ladies that kept his company, was actually a minion of the rock gods sent from the heavens. A gifted child, Jake had much promise and excelled at many activities (especially ones that favored his fast and strong right hand coordination), but despite all his promise he was often disciplined for his quick wit and unruly mouth. Jacob spent most of his time in front of the tube watching movies and studing Cobraki Karate via Kung-Fu Theatre. He dabbled in the pop and lock trade, but his career was later cut short when he was injured in a turf battle-off that took place on cardboard at the local mall. Blessed with a rock and roll face that would make Mick Jagger envious, Jake decided to grab his trusty ax and front a band. Despite huge female turnouts, the world wasn't ready for Jake's band "Mace and the Heavy Metal Minions" which was a hybrid of AC/DC and Hanson, and made up of songs about skating half pipes, preteen heartache and torturing cats with bottle rockets. The band disbanded, and Jake began coasting through high school aimlessly and filled with teenage angst.
And then, one fateful night, as he skated the downtown streets of
S.A. searching for unlocked cars and runaway girls looking for a good
time in the form of maddog 20/20, Jake came across a funny English man looking
to relieve himself on the walls of the Alamo. The eccentric man was
wearing a dress and was obviously intoxicated by the nectar of the
gods. This was the prophet in disguise sent to give Jake the message to go
North and pursue radio. So off he went and after many years of
mopping the 101x floors, Melody Lee regretfully gave Jake a chance to
have his voice be heard. Now all of Austin knows why ladies around the
world love to refer to him as "Son of a Bitch."
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