Art Elliot sings of apocalyptic futures, lost loves, ice ages and Depression-era folk art, among other topics. Born the second son of a carpenter and a singer during the height of The Catastrophe™, Elliot took to his iron horse and rode west at the age of 22. He currently dwells deep underground in a bunker near what was once known as Oakland, California.
After experimentation and intense study with The Listener, Art was posted at Our Lady of the Fountain where he weeps, intones, and plays the foot-pipe for deeply strange and often troubling religious rites.
By day Art undertakes the professional duties of the Keeper of the Scrolls, at night he transmutes genres, transcends time, and has a generally ok time doing his own thing.
Other than that he really likes badminton (when conditions on the surface allow) and is available for funerals of any type.