A lot of people ask me where my name comes from and the truth is I have an Uncle, half an Aunt and two thirds of a Cousin who live in Canada. They own or should I say owned a bar called O'Haras on the outskirts of Vancouver. It burned down. The place was in ruins and cost the family the use of two whiskey glasses and all there ash trays. It was an alleged insurance scam and cant say any more than that in fear of prosecution from the Canadian Liquor Association of Drinkers, but my Gran being the sentimental dear that she is kept the press cutting from the local Canadian paper which read: TRAGIC EVENTS HIT HARDEN BOOZE HOUNDS OF O'HARAS. The paper was folded in such a way it just read: TRAGIC O'HARA and that dear heart is how i got my name. My Uncle Thomas once told me "Tragic if you want to be famous just take your cock out on stage but if you want to be respected take your cock out on stage and fucking mean it!." it'll stay with me forever. Tragic O'Hara sounds like the hangover Jim Morrison had the night after he was sipping turps out of glass slipper left in Robert Johnson's mansion 27 miles from the same coast that Tom Waits set sail across the 8 seas in a raft fashioned out of coffee stained hub caps and a thirteen string guitar that the LeadBelly estate tried to sell to Kurt Cobain on the same sunny november night that Nick Cave was caught trying to steal a cigarette from Hunter S. Thompson when he went to the bathroom and found Bob Dylan lying face down in a copy of Naked Lunch that was handcuffed to his foot.
