Yo! I am SAINTHOLLYWOOD. Saint as in, I ain’t no saint; Hollywood as in, I really am from Hollywood: a place that affectionately refers to itself as Hollyweird and the place I blame for what a crazy motherfucker I am. I am also a music addicted, liberal idealist, religious independent, sexual deviate, bearded introvert, blue–eyed soul/folk–punk singin', song writin', long–haired hippy freak! And I am here now hoping to impart some of my 'fuckupidness' with you all. The first clue to my raving insanity is my big fuck–off beard you see. Don’t pretend that you don’t. Some people have afros or mohawks, some dangle hair in front of their faces, others still wear elaborate clothing, piercings or make–up, but fooled or not, they’ve all got big fuck–off beards.
One of the things that the big fuck–off beard elicits is a tendency for people to refer to me as Jesus. Yes, that of Nazareth, the Christ child. I deny these accusations whole–heartedly and quickly remind whoever it is slinging them that Jesus was not a white man; much less a fucking pale blue Saxon like me. The inherent problem with being the Messiah is that you have to die young and I want to live. So, for my own selfish reasons, I’d like to decline this honor and instead, demote myself to the rank of prophet...or maybe perhaps, just a Saint.