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In the summer of 1997, from under a compost heap in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, crawled a literary, musical, comedic, activist phenomenon.

In other news, the music of Babe Lloyd, the only man to share the descriptor "literary punk" with Henry Rollins, has been described as accelerated folk, joke folk, Fucker Up of Shit, metallicoustic, and the punk Stompin' Tom Connors, has been compared to Ween, Beck, and Sonic Youth, and has been asked "do you have a penis?" by a macho military guy. (People call him folk because he plays acoustic guitar. Truth is indeed stranger than fiction.) A beautiful and talented woman once called Lloyd the funniest man in her life. Babe Lloyd goes well with a white wine sauce.

Not looking for a mainstream following, Babe Lloyd is often eschewed by mainstream followers. He enjoys playing an acoustic guitar with very heavy strings heavily. He writes songs about things that piss him off, things that confuse him, things that amuse him, and things that piss him off. Combining the lyrical style of [insert your third favourite band here] with riffs in the fashion of [insert your second favourite band here], Lloyd has garnered the attention of people who aren't imbeciles. Lloyd is in no way similar to [insert your favourite band here].

Lloyd writes a monthly editorial column for the St. Albert Gazette. He wrote the thesis for his Master of Arts degree (in Comparative Literature) on new metal music. Lloyd has been known to write creative things, but, when at his keyboard, he generally ends up just typing with one hand. Lloyd is computer-literate, and coded this entire site using only grapefruit and his brain. And his eyes. And one hand, of course.

Lloyd does his best to avoid being a "consumer" and he resists assimilation into the plastic, just-add-water, trendy, polluting, illiterate realm of convenience, brand names, deceit and over-arching corporate dominance that is today's neo-liberal globalized plutocratic world as much as he can. For this reason, many people who were his friends have severed their friendship with him and have attempted to sully his reputation behind his back. Lloyd enjoys attending activist events, and, as a result, people call him a hypocrite because he drives a crappy old used sedan once in a while.

Refusing to do the things that will make him a star has made Lloyd the star and the sex symbol that he is. Women constantly throw their brassieres and stilettos at him, often causing injury and guitar damage.

The unique quality of his music comes from his combination of musical passions (metal, techno, new age, grunge, alternative), his poverty and musical ineptitude (confining him to open and power chords on an acoustic guitar), his advanced intellect and education (bachelor's and master's degrees in Comparative Literature, world travel, superior genetic heritage), and his obsession with observation, irony, perversity, and helping people to reveal their own idiocy. Lloyd's live shows are a phenomenon, literally unlike anything hitherto witnessed, simply because Lloyd has no desire to impress anybody, fulfill any expectations, meet any standards, or go home with your wife.

At this website you will find many, many different things written, performed, recorded, and gathered by Lloyd. Via the cyber-media-storage-wall-unit that is babelloyd.com, Lloyd invites you to experience the music he plays and the world view he stubbornly refuses to alter. You will never be the same again, because you will have aged by several minutes.



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