My Composer Bio

    Once upon a time, there was the Universe.  Somewhere within this Universe was a planet. This Planet's name was--yes, you guessed it--Harold.  Upon Harold's brow, amongst the forests, planes, rivers, oceans, mountains, lakes, valleys, rice patties, and cranberry bogs sat a man.  This man was deep in thought.  He wasn't thinking about Life's fortunes, or misfortunes; he wasn't thinking about people, or love; he wasn't even thinking about the fact that his bladder was quite full, and would soon need to relieve itself.  He was thinking--in fact--about sounds.
    By the grace of the Gods of Music, this man had a special gift.  He could send his entire consciousness out through his ears, over the forests, planes, rivers, oceans, mountains, lakes, valleys, rice patties, and cranberry bogs until it wrapped around the whole Harold!  He saw every sound happening on Harold simultaneously, as a sort of woven web of wisdom.  This--the ever-wiggling, shimmering and evolving web of interconnected sounds--he called the Timbrescape.  Where most people could only hear very small bits of the Timbrescape at any given time, he could hear it all.
    The man of course, treated this like the sacred gift it was.  He believed (quite accurately) that the Gods of Music had imparted to him a sacred task: Tap into the Timbrescape, search out the negative energies, and reweave them before Harold is cleaved in twain by war and destruction.
    Embrace this mission he did as side by side, he and his Muse disappeared into the sunset, chin up, heart open, ready to save the Harold.  He was a man.  He was a Composer.  He was:  Jeff Bazz.