There are many forces at play in this universe that the human mind could never possibly understand. An’sat is among these forces. Now An’sat, like all forces, is neither good nor evil, rather,  An’sat is a force of musical power. One day An’sat was rocking out in the heavens doing this really fucking cool guitar solo when the force of fate reared her ugly bitch head causing An’sat to lose his pick during this really cool part of the solo. An’sat just finger picked the rest of his solo because he’s fucking awesome like that, but fate had another purpose for An’sat’s pick. The pick fell through the heavens. It fell through clouds and was carried by the winds. The guitar pick eventually came to rest at the feet of a little gay boy name Dom.

Now Dom was like many gay boys; he liked to sing, create things, and destroy shit. Did I mention Dom lived in a small northern BC town? Well, they do things like that. Anyway, Dom grabbed An’sat’s fallen pick and immediately knew what he must do. “I will buy a guitar”, he exclaimed. The next day, with guitar and pick in hand Dom began his journey of rock.

Dom practiced day and night. His fingers would bleed, his brow would furrow as he concentrated, and many an utterance of a foul word could be heard, carried upon the wind from Dom’s bedroom. Gradually, with the help of An’sat’s magical pick, Dom learned the ways of rock.

It was a cold Thursday. The day An’sat’s magical pick would fall from Dom’s hand never to been seen again. Beside himself with grief at the loss of his magical pick, Dom knew he must carry on.

To this day Dom has created many songs even without An’sat’s magical pick and he would like to share them with you.