George grew up on the dirt roads of a small but devastated area in the Congo. At an early age, the local medicine man took notice that George had the ‘shine’.  Taken under the wing of the tribal sage, these talents were honed to perfection. Some say it is the secret behind George’s amazing sense of time (we think it is because he wears a Rolex).

Due to the strict Catholic upbringing George experienced in this remote village, he was not able to assuage his need for rapid wrist movements in the convention teenage fashion. In order to find ‘relief’ from the urges, he turned to another great African tradition, drums. George spent hours a day beating to his own drummer on anything near him.  This, of course, got him into lots of trouble with neighboring tribes, causing him to take refuge in the mountains.   

It was there he was befriended by a group of mountain gorillas. The alpha silverback of the tribe, BonBonham, helped George take his drumming to the next level.  George spent several years under the tutelage of this great master, perfecting the drumming style he is now known for.   Upon seeing the plight of his native Mountain gorilla friends during his drumming tenor in the canopies of the Congo, he vowed to become a voice for the oppressed primates.  He arrived on the shores of America exhausted from the long swim, but invigorated none the less. George eventually made it to California , and there found the musical voice he had been searching for in Poor Man’s Whiskey. 

 Side notes: George likes a firm hand shake and doesn’t take the opposable thumb for granted.