If you've ever been to a Freestyle Love Supreme show, you've probably had occasion to compare me to Harpo Marx. (And if you haven't, get your ass out there - we've only got one left until we break for the summer...)
The one who never talks. The one who finds joy in playing beautiful lilting melodies. The curly-headed musical foil to his more verbal brethren. The one who, sometime around age 23, changed his name to Arthur.