Akillis Green grew up in a rusty shack in Miamisburg Ohio,where he discovered his love of music and sweet ,fluffy white sheep.After years of playing "punk rock",he found himself feeling empty and unfulfilled. After much soul searching and a 12 pack of cheap domestic beer, he handed in his electrified guitar for an old acoustic made entirely out of matchsticks by a hobo named Clovis and set out to rediscover the old timey sound that had brought him so much happiness as a child laborer in the
Akillis Green grew up in a rusty shack in Miamisburg Ohio,where he discovered his love of music and sweet ,fluffy white sheep.After years of playing "punk rock",he found himself feeling empty and unfulfilled. After much soul searching and a 12 pack of cheap domestic beer, he handed in his electrified guitar for an old acoustic made entirely out of matchsticks by a hobo named Clovis and set out to rediscover the old timey sound that had brought him so much happiness as a child laborer in the phosphorous mines of southwest Dayton Ohio. Now,with backing from a few drunken malcontents he picked up scrounging cigarette butts behind a UDF,he excretes his own style of old time American music.