ZANE WEST Zane West rented an attic room from a deaf widow in Santa Barbara. He liveed off avocado and cheese sandwiches and composed complicated piano pieces. His music was as eerie as his life. Zane had a hard time in this world. He was an avant-garde recluse waiting to find a publisher for his incredible stream of consciousness novel which will most likely be printed by Whiskey & Apples. He also left dozens of works in progress with his friends Red and Charlie, who are working dilligently to make sense of them and bring their light to the world. On the rare occasion that Zane did play a concert, he dressed as a middle aged French woman from the 1850s. It was a real site. In an interview that Zane ended abruptly by hanging up, he once claimed, "it just makes me comfortable in front of all those piercing eyes."
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