Nate was born in the quag mires of Eastern Minnesota about 100 or so years ago, give or take 100 years. He was raised by a pack of wild squirrels and by the age of 1 day, began writing music in his pants. The drums, harmonica, guitar and banjo soon followed. At 17, He hitched up a dogsled and mushed his way to Los Angeles. While foraging for parts in a dump to build a rocket ship, he was discovered by a Hollywood casting agent who lived there in an old refrigerator.
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Nate was born in the quag mires of Eastern Minnesota about 100 or so years ago, give or take 100 years. He was raised by a pack of wild squirrels and by the age of 1 day, began writing music in his pants. The drums, harmonica, guitar and banjo soon followed. At 17, He hitched up a dogsled and mushed his way to Los Angeles. While foraging for parts in a dump to build a rocket ship, he was discovered by a Hollywood casting agent who lived there in an old refrigerator. A lucrative television career soon followed. Nate now lives in a cave at the depths of a loch in Scotland with his friend, a plesiosaur from the mesazoic era, where he writes songs and occasionally flys back to Los Angeles in his now completed rocket ship to perform concerts with his good friend and songwriting partner, C. Duck Anderson. Nate enjoys Kool-aid, boobs and monkeys who fall out of trees after sniffing their own butt stench.
