Sex, Drugs, & Violence.

“I don’t mind getting violent; leave your pride at the door. Shame is all we’ve been hiding, so take me down Throw me into the drywall, you got that bullet, I’ll bite it. Pop it off like you own me, and scratch my back when you ride it.”

I have no name. No, really. When I was born, my mom drew a blank and never filled out the birth certificate incorrectly. I got put into the system as “boy”.

No, no. You’re right. That was utterly ridiculous. What was I thinking when I thought that you’d fall for that? The name’s Corry. Corry Davenport.  I happen to be a sound technician for hire. What does hat mean? It means that I don’t work for one band specifically, but a multitude. I jump around and make a wide range of bands sound good. I’m an asshole, you say? No, you’re highly mistaken. I’m a nice guy. I promise. I just have a crude sense of humor.

By the way, I adore the city. The city. As in New York City. I grew up in the Bronx, but currently, when not on tour, you can usually find me in Manhattan with my tots and @pain-proof-man.

Come talk to me or whatever it is that you rascals do.