Madonna Wayne Gacy Impersonator Bio


Pogo's Impersonator, doing what he does best.

 

Pseudonym: Madonna Wayne Gacy Impersonator
Real Name: Stephen Bier Impersonator
Age: Twenty-seven
Birthplace: Charter Hospital
Instrument: Keyboard, piano, clarinet, drums, saw, guitar, french horn, jew's harp, banjo, moog, washboard, sitar, violin, flügelhorn, spring, harpsichord, saxophone, congas, harmonica, oil drum, 6-string bass, flute, cello, trombone, sampler, programming.
Hobbies: Life.
Quotes: "Salvador Dalí said, 'The only difference between myself and a madman is that I am not mad.' I'd take that one step further and say, 'The only difference between myself and a babbling death-row sociopath is that I have the good sense not to get caught.'"
  "There's a devil in my glove compartment!"
  "Buttons... so many buttons... so many shiny buttons..."
Influences: Peewee Herman, Happy Noodle Boy, Laurel and Hardy, Abbie Hoffman, Milkman Dan, Soupy Sales, Pokey The Penguin, Ben Edlund, Dr. Demento, Krazy Kat, Shakes the Clown, Cerebus, Marty Feldman, Alfred E. Neuman, Timothy Leary, Daffy Duck, Lenny Bruce, Groucho Marx, Zippy the Pinhead, Milk & Cheese, Ford Prefect, Monty Python, John Kricfalusi, the Sun Baby.
Background: In the summer of 1989, the sixteen-year old future Marilyn Manson Impersonator was hired as a temporary attendant at Coral Ridge Psychiatric Hospital, a Fort Lauderdale mental institution. He became very good friends with one of the young men that he met there, a seventeen-year old hyperactive manic/depressive with a penchant for expounding on philosophy at great length. The young M.M.I. was entranced by this highly unstable boy's ability to reason, and felt that each conversation he shared with him brought the boy one step closer to recovery.

One Friday, after having worked at the hospital for nearly two months, M.M.I. found that the boy was not in his usual room. Feeling curious, M.M.I. asked his superior if the boy had been checked out of the hospital. She gave him a lengthy reply, finally divulging that the boy had never been a patient and only hung out at the hospital because his mother, a deteriorated alcoholic, was on another floor of the ward. The boy, having nothing better to do, spent most of his time arguing with the mental patients. M.M.I. covertly obtained the boy's home address from the hospital's private files and paid the boy a visit after his shift ended. Nobody answered his knocks, but M.M.I. found the front door to be unlocked. Unsure whether to enter, M.M.I. tentatively called out the boy's name, but was met with no answer. He finally decided to step inside and search the house. As he crossed the foyer, he heard the faint sounds of Eastern music drifting from a back room. He followed the sound and eventually walked into the boy's bedroom. M.M.I. was suprised by the sight before him: the boy was sitting in the lotus position, completely naked, playing the sitar for his pet cat. The cat, completely indifferent, was stretched out on the floor near the boy's left knee. After about seven more minutes of playing, the boy decided that the song had ended and stood up to greet M.M.I. Still naked, he suggested that M.M.I. join him in a night of dancing at The Kitchen, a South Florida goth club. Though a bit bewildered, M.M.I. agreed. He watched with fascination as the boy dressed in black socks, combat boots, a long black trenchcoat, and nothing else. The rest of the evening was somewhat unusual, though it seemed rather mundane after M.M.I. had spent a lot more time with the boy. The two drove to Denny's for dinner before heading off to The Kitchen. M.M.I. ordered a breakfast dish but the boy, claiming that he was not hungry, ate only a few sugar packets and washed them down with a glass of ice. The two discussed different aspects of Lewis Carroll's works while they ate and argued over whether Leif Garrett or David Cassidy would win in a wrestling match. When both agreed that it was time to leave, they paid the waitress and drove off to the club. While entering the club, they were jostled by a tall, skinny guy with long dark hair. He sneered at them, then turned away and disappeared into the belly of the club. "Just ignore him," the boy said to M.M.I., "That's Brian. He's always in a strange mood." Unbeknownst to either of them, the gangly freak who had passed by would soon form an influential band called Marilyn Manson & The Spooky Kids which would become an integral part of both of their lives.

Nearly two years passed. The future M.M.I. and the boy who would become Madonna Wayne Gacy Impersonator were inseparable friends. A milestone event occurred very surreptitiously when M.W.G.I. casually mentioned to M.M.I. that he'd seen "that guy Brian, from the Kitchen" play a few shows with his crazy band. M.M.I. was somewhat curious, though he normally only saw Brian from afar and hadn't spoken to him more than once or twice. When M.W.G.I. played the tape he had purchased at a recent performance, M.M.I. freaked out. The music struck something deep within him and he begged M.W.G.I. to take him to the next local show. Three weeks later, they went to Squeeze together and M.M.I. found his calling in life. With M.W.G.I.'s help, M.M.I. gathered up musicians from around South Florida and created a copycat band with the intention of spreading Marilyn Manson & The Spooky Kids' music to a broader audience. When a certain Brian Warner learned of this carbon-copy band's existence, he was not amused. Out of respect for the band they so admired, the members of M.M.I.'s group transformed themselves into a carnival of slightly altered imitators known as Marilyn Manson Impersonator & The Spooky Kitsch, with M.M.I. on vocals and the multi-talented Madonna Wayne Gacy Impersonator on keyboards. Though the lineup has undergone myriad changes since then, M.M.I. and M.W.G.I. have remained the two mainstays of the band.

 

 


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