My name is Brandon Boyd.

I am a Los Angels native, a Vegan sympathizer, an artist by day and come nightfall I sing in a band called Incubus. I am suspicious of religion, advertising and know-it-alls.

My teeth will one day fall out from overconsumption of licorice. My closest friend on the Earth is a dog from France. I sleep diagonally until I have company, then I sleep lengthwise.

I am straight, yet I adore sparkling mineral water. I have a bionic right leg as a result of a freak gardening accident. My right eye goes lazy after about 3 a.m. If you feed me after midnight, I multiply.

My name, when translated literally, means “Broom – Hill” which I find horrifyingly exotic. I live in an old building that at one point in the 1900’s was a working brothel. As a result, the ghosts of under paid and over worked prostitutes roam my hallways. So, there is a lingering smell of cheap perfume on the second story of my home after 3 a.m, which may explain my occasional lazy eye. I am allergic to milk and as a result have never had on ice cream party. You may have just heard the sounds of very small violins playing behind that last comment, but don’t feel bad for me; I have sorbet parties at every Equinox and spend about half a day thereafter happily cleaning the ‘sticky’ out of my fingernails.

My right knee is named Chet and my left id Garrison. Everything I wear once belonged to someone else with the specific exception of socks and underpants.

Brandon Boyd

Como é possível não gostar deste homem?!

Parabéns Brandon!! :)