Sleazy McQueen was keen on electronic music even in his early days in the deep south. The Central North Carolina disco was sparse, to say the least, but with the help of a friendly farm combine, a chicken, and five hundred pounds of recyclable Pabst cans, he began creating sounds far more complex than anything the townspeople had heard before. While honing his worthless production skills, he was soon involved in a scheme to lose great quantities of cashola. It was simple, really; each month, he and his Evil Twin Maxula would hire world-renowned deejays willing to play for bargain prices and two-bit haybed accommodations to play for the two of them and one or two other townsfolk, and each month the pair would lose a few hundred more dollars. Eventually, McQueen's billfold was empty. Persistent nonetheless, McQueen spent the next two years relentlessly pursuing other sure-fire schemes to lose money, culminating in an all-out relocation to New York City. ...more