Michael Glascott was born on an island with tall palm trees and sugar cane carts. That dream-like introduction to the world was interrupted when he was transported to the windiest of cities, Chicago. There, he has spent most of his life tripping on broken sidewalks, riding rumbling trains and planning his escape to warmer places with tall palm trees and sugar cane carts.
Somewhere along the way, Michael learned to draw at the kitchen table, paint on concrete walls, and animate in the dark. He has been keeping sketchbooks since he was 17, and never learned how to cook.
Quiet. Clouded. Empty. Crowded.
Amps. Strings. Horns and Things.
Random Musings. Coffee Cruisings.