Formed out of carelessness in 1983. Trying to de-code everything in my head and attempt to make sense out of it. Kinda like the name Cheap Mustard. It has no real meaning I say, just something that leaked its way into my cranium during a conscious/unconscious state of mind. I've been producing music for almost a year now. Working with anyone that has a deep passion for music, and isn't in it for anything else. I Live in California now, producing music for Hip Hop artist and hurtling barriers left and right. I am a certified Audio Engineer freelancing my own Production. Moving my way up in this fu*ked up town, but great success only comes with great sacrifices. It all started with a guitar and then worked its way up to mountain dulcimers, to harps, to Cajun accordions, to banjos, to samplers. So now I'm trying to re-invent the wheel. I strive to make different music/sounds to keep my passion alive. Cant stop once I start, otherwise it stings. My English is off. My will is good. I want to meet every serious musician/artist and collaborate with he/she/it. I'm trying to climb ladders right now, not figures. I'm all about having absolutely NO BOUNDARIES. I think way way outside the box and want to be as far from it as humanly possible. Space freaks me out. I want to walk on the moon. My English is off. Please. Talk. To. Me.