Pipé Scuttleworth is Phillip Manuel Pompa, or is Phillip really Pipé? It does not matter in the grand Universal scheme. Both are locked in dead heat for title of ‘nicest jerk you know.’

If the cosmos delivered Pipé in 1176, he would have absolutely been a filthy Barbarian widely renowned for unnecessary violence and adeptness with axes. Born some 700 hundred years later, in say 1876, it is uncontested by friends, enemies, and family alike, he would have most certainly succumbed to the lure of high seas piracy. Further agreed, that until certain death, Pipé would have met with great success at the trade.

Alas, Pipé was born in 1976, a time of cultural disturbances and global social upheaval. Many believe the tumult a direct result of Pipé’s corporeal happening. Due to widespread disdain for, and general dissolution of, barbarism and, of course, piracy, Pipé is forced to use modern tools: circuits, RAM, geetars, fuzzy logic, vinyl recordings, and the like to bring to fruition his creative outlets.

Unremunerated for most everything he has ever done, Pipé has capitulated to never having more than needed, truly a liberating concept, once embraced. Thus, his passion for music is all encompassing and done for the primal love of the thing. There is nothing so dangerous as a person that owes you nothing, and Pipé’s music is exactly what that sounds like