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September 2, 2009 - Wednesday 

~ by Andy Santana

As life will have it, I have been spending most of my waking hours investigating the saga we know as Kid Andersen. Let it be known there is very little info available (the native peoples of ....Norway.... don’t have written records). Very little information trickles in. But alas luck was on my side. After an arduous journey to the frozen tundras of northern Norway (more details on this harrowing trip later), spending nearly every penny I had to survive, I stumbled on the Sami, the very tribe that was responsible for saving The Kid’s life. Let me remind you, originally the Sami called him Bigbadass which I found out later translates to Bigfoot. (For in-depth real info please see www.claytonbailey.com/bigfootskeleton.htm)  Although I wasn’t able to remember the tribal pronunciation, the women in the tribe fondly referred to him as Sassy, short for Sasquatch? You be the judge.


Snow-blind, cold and out of rations, it was late in the day when I discovered the Sami as they prepared native foods for dinner. The friendly natives welcomed me as if I was one of their own. This also explains why it’s so easy to believe why he was taken in by these kind people (more to come on these remarkable people). Seems the Kid was able to make a lasting impression. There are some conflicts in regards to the exact time and location, but the story was told to me as follows.


It was the hardest winter in the cold and desolate tundra of northern Norway. The leader of the tribal fishing expedition was a bit weary and cautious as he and a dozen other tribesmen trekked towards their favorite fishing location.  Spending time to build shelter they cut holes into the ice and started to fish. Fires built within the shelters provided warmth and after a short time they were cozy and finally safe as the weather outside raged. They continued to fish, drink, eat and tell stories simultaneously cleaning and smoking their catch. Days went by and their harvest was bountiful. Fortunately the weather outside had subsided but they are wise enough to realize things change moment to moment. As they packed their harvest, one of the tribesmen hears a deathly cry that makes him shudder. He tells the leader and, armed with spears and axes, they leave to investigate. They allow the cries to lead them, with each step closer they all are frightened by what they hear. Suddenly the wind picks up and vision is increasingly impaired. With only ten foot visibility, ready to turn around one tribesman shouts to the rest, “look!” All are frightened and group together in a traditional circle designed to protect from all sides. The image starts to come into focus, closer and closer then from out of nowhere one of the tribesmen is attacked. Screaming for help the others try and help all along impaired by blinding snow. Trying to help no one has a clear shot at the creature. The leader springs into action and is viciously bitten (he later loses three fingers). It finally takes all 12 men to subdue the creature. As the wind and snow settle, they are amazed at what they find; a young child covered with fur maybe 3 or 4 years old, extremely stocky with cold blue eyes.


More wrestling, but they compassionately bring him into the shelter. It takes hours for the young Kid to settle down. Soon one of the tribesmen offers some food and in one bite he finishes an entire salmon. In one hour he consumes four 20-25 pound salmon, two seals and a half deer. You see, he never intended to harm anyone; the Kid was hungry, for Gods sake. In fact, it turns out the Kid was very affectionate and soon won the hearts of all the Sami.


Years pass and they decide the best thing for him might be   to socialize with more his kind. Well not exactly his kind. I did mention he had fur covering his entire body. This was remedied with simply shaving him. They all rejoiced after the shaving and realized he could easily pass for any Nordic man. There is so much more to tell but let’s fast forward to the day they bring the Kid to Oslo.


It was well pass midnight and after a long journey all they could think of is to find shelter for the night and continue the next day. As the truck moved through the middle of town with the windows rolled down, the Kid is restless and starts to moan and howl. Alarmed they pull over to address the situation. Puzzled he is finally let out after thinking he may need to relieve himself. As they let him out of the door he makes a mad dash, running down the street he finally runs directly into a night club. Soon the rest catch up and are amazed to see the Kid dancing in step to a local blues band.

Believe me there’s more but you’ll have to wait for the next installment of “True Stories.”


June 22, 2009 - Monday 
~ by Andy Santana


In my last blog I said I would answer the question of the Fender Bassman incident. It seems the Fender Bassman was a facade; it was actually an “Androne 3000” left haphazardly by Chris the Kid Andersen. The Androne 3000 is not the amp it’s disguised to be. Yes it will amplify a guitar or any other instrument plugged into it, but it is really a time travel portal, a design originally invented by Octavians. Zardonians insist that Octavians stole this invention but, as I like to keep my facts straight before I report them, I’ll leave this skirmish alone. What I do know is that the Androne 3000 is a portal used for time travel from one galaxy to another. This explains the ageless appearance of both Octavians and Zardonians. As you know, it would take hundreds of thousands of years to travel from our galaxy to another (see Einstein’s theory of relativity).
 
I though I would, in this series, answer a few of the hundreds of questions I received. My e-mail was overwhelmed so, for God sake please keep the questions to a minimum. I apologize in advance but I’ll try to answer as many as I reasonably can.
 
First this question from Zula Capinella of Incognita Italy; “Why do Octavians have such large feet and hands? I saw Pops Phillips at a show and I was quite impressed or rather struck by their largeness. It makes my mind wonder.”
Signed,
Dreaming
 
Dear Zula or Dreaming,
These are just a few of the oddities that Octavians possess. Yes, they do have obviously large extremities but what is not known is they both, June Core and Pops Phillips, had extensive plastic surgery to correct what would have seemed a disability. I was informed there was up to 6 inches removed from all oversized extremities, just to normalize their appearance. (ouch) Regardless of their disability I’ve never seen hands work as musically and articulately as these two Octavians.
 
Dotie Rabinspebbins of Cleveland writes; “What is that scar-like tissue I saw on Pops head? I took a picture with both Pops and June at a recent gig in Cleveland. When Pops leaned over to pick up a pen he dropped, his hat fell off and I could clearly see what look like two moon-shaped scars or something. I tried to look for something on June but I think I was making him uncomfortable staring at his big head.”
Signed,
Dotie the Curious
 
Dear Miss Curious,
What you didn’t see on June’s head were once gills. Yes, Octave is a planet that is 80 percent water. The reason you don’t see them on June is because they eventually fade the more time spent on dry land. Pops is an avid surfer and performs in the summer as a water skiing acrobat. He also moonlights as a night watchman at Sea World. (I’d like to be a fly on the wall at Sea World. Who knows what goes on there??) As a note, June Core has the standing planetary record for weight lifting. The record of 6500 Dorants = 1200 lbs earth weight, has been intact for 150 years and counting.
 
Well, as we fast approach the June 27th Verve date many of you are asking for more info on the dynamic duo Lorenzo Ferrell and J Hansen. The web site that displayed most of the info I was able to obtain has now mysteriously disappeared from cyberspace. Although I smell conspiracy, I will now have to rely on the general public. Please continue to send any info, no matter how absurd it may seem to you. Before we get to the questions I have a comment sent in by, Roger Vanderbuilt.
 
“Dear Andy,
As a life long Zardonian aficionado, I am qualified to confirm that, although the age you reported on your last blog is correct, keep in mind that the planet Zardoz revolves around its sun 7 times faster then our sun. So, you see if you calculate in dog years (7 into 235) you have a better picture of their age.”
 
Thank you Roger. And now to some questions. The first question is from a Francine Horbenscragins of Del Mar Washington; “Is it true Zardonians have tongues scratchy like cats? And is it OCD that they clean incessantly?” 
 
Dear Mrs Horbenscragins,
Although I can’t tell you from any personal experience, it’s been reported that it’s only the underside that is scratchy. Also, the few who have had the privilege of visiting Lorenzo’s home confirm that “you can eat off the floor.” It’s part of the strict discipline engraved into their psyche.
 
Next Joe Martin from Marina Alabama asks; “Do Zardonians go to the bathroom like humans?”
 
Dear Joe,
Nobody knows this fact but one thing is for certain: they can hold it longer. No one has actually seen them enter a bathroom so we might surmise that they definitely have a much better capacity to hold it. I personally know that J can go 4 sets without using the bathroom.
 
Carl Colver of Dimples Nova Scotia writes; “Do Zardonians sleep?”
 
Dear Carl,
No, they do not. Zardonians over the centuries have evolved to a point where all they need to do is merely blink. This is equal to two hours of earth-time sleep. Also, they can and do disguise their sleep habits at late hours by closing their eyelids (this keeps their spouses from becoming alarmed) but be assured they are active, thinking, scheming, calculating Zardonians. This is a time when they actually practice their music; sort of a virtual practice session.
 
That’s all I have time for. I hope these answers illuminated your curiosity. If anybody can add to this info please write. Again, no matter how absurd the question or info please submit and I will publish them on this on going blog. Stay tuned for Episode 3 which will include “Octavians and their habits - Defined” and the next chapter of “Chris the Kid Andersen - the Real Story.”
May 20, 2009 - Wednesday 

~ by Andy Santana

 

Chris "Kid" Andersen - the real story.

Some of you who know him have heard stories that you may probably be comfortable with. But herein lies the real story.  At the tender age of two, Chris the Kid Andersen was found wandering aimlessly through the Norwegian tundra by two native Eskimo hunters.  Chris, lost, hungry and really pissed, put up a frightful resistance but alas the hunters were able to subdue him. One of the hunters lost a finger in the melee but the tired and hungry Chris finally succumbed to the kind gestures (taunted by food) and soft-spoken words of the natives. After bringing him to the tribe he spent many years learning the language and hunting skills that would later save his life. One of the many challenges the young Chris had to face was that his feet grew in much faster proportion than his body. Hence they adopted the name “BigFoot” and now you know the rest of the story. Find out in the next episode how he learned to play guitar.

 

After years of research I’ve come to the conclusion there is little known info on Jay Hansen and Lorenzo Ferrell. But as luck would have it, I stumbled on a web site dedicated to exposing their TRUE story. Both these talented young men, first off are not the age they purport to be. In fact, Jay is the ripe age of 235 and Lorenzo is fast approaching the big 200. This explains without debate why they have excelled in their musical abilities. Both have traveled light-years to Planet Earth from the faraway musical planet of Zardoz. On the planet of Zardoz they are forced to practice tedious, torturous hours, sometimes resulting in permanent brain damage that manifests in their mood swings.

 

June Core and Pops Phillips come from a rival planet, Octave, in the same galaxy. There had been wars fought over the differences in what music should be. After many years of war, peace was finally accomplished when June Core, a one-time general of the planet Octave, was able to find a happy medium revealing that it’s OK to swing and rock at the same time. Pops Phillips was awarded a medal much like our Medal of Honor, for saving a group of Zardonians from sure death by making the appropriate adjustments on a Fender Showman bass head (more on this later).

 

Stay tuned for more shocking discoveries. Comments are welcome, and any new information will be added to the musicians’ bio. My auto-biography research is in its final stages, so if you have nurtured any unveiled stories about me over the years, please send them directly to me. Special thanks to the research team at Stamferd University for their invaluable contribution and relentless efforts in uncovering the truth.