CJ Parker

What happens if you put Soft Cell, The Residents, Kraftwerk and a couple of table spoons of peanut butter in a blender, smashing it all up to atom sized bits, creating a smooth fluid, served in the largest coctail glasses known to man, adding diamond shaped ice, the reddest of raspberries, pineapple and generous amounts of Xanté and Martini? And what happens if this drink is consumed in heavy amounts in the last burning rays of sun of the French Riviera by married men?

Well, obviously they will question their sanity, their sexuality and their respect of tradition. No doubt they will start hammering this newfound sense of baccian frustration on the left over glasses, while singing what first comes to mind. And what is this called?

CJ Parker...and there might be something new under the sun after all. And it is not for everyone. Who are you?

Are you man enough? Are you woman enough? Is anything enough?