J.C. (1959 - )

Mr. C. enjoys fresh hops and, in fact, composes all his work while sitting in a vat of fresh stout, which he then serves to first-time houseguests. He has an uncanny ability to spot parking spaces and dreams of being reborn as an herb, preferably cilantro (aka coriander). Mr. C. is also partly to blame for the design of this site and was paid in food and ale.

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