General Disdain - Matt Mazer Born 4/30/76 in Fountain Valley California Experience 4 Years Playing Keyboard 6 Years Rapping 8 Years Producing Music 11 Years Playing Drums 13 Years Playing Guitar

Inspirations Julian Mazer - Son Heather Ramsey - Wife Melissa Mazer- Sister Josh Mazer- Brother Beastie Boys - Group Sublime - Group Rage Against The Machine - Group

Work Preparing to release album #3 Since 9/7/2002 (Release of Life Diary) my phone has been ringing off the hook, people knocking at all hours, media dancing around like crazy monkeys. If you wish to contact me, please do not attempt to in person without prior consent. Feel free to drop me an e-mail (info@disdain.tv) and I will reply as quickly as possible. I am attempting to focus on the work ahead of me. I am mastering and recording tracks for the new Disdain Productions Release (scheduled 1/1/2003). It will be featuring all of our artists, plus some borrowed talent from Longevity Entertainment in Charlotte, NC.

-Disdain- I see a hallway of doors lying before me and realize there is no way of knowing where each door will lead. I must choose one to pass through, but I hesitate, unable to reach a decision. Finally I lurch forward and pass through one. It slams shut behind me, and when I attempt to reopen it, I find it is locked. Twisting around to see what I face next, I see a new corridor before me, a bit dimmer than the last one. I am once again forced to make a decision. I pass nervously through one of the doors, which predictably locks behind me. I now face yet another corridor, even dimmer than the previous one, with fewer doors to choose from. Door after door, choice after choice, corridors clouding over. My options have become fewer and fewer; the air has grown gradually thin and musty. I think back to the course I chose to follow and ask myself, Where did I go wrong? The decisions I made seemed right at the time. Then I realize that the corridor in which I now stand is almost completely dark, the misty outline of a single door looming in front of me. As I stand before it, a certain horror gnawing at my heart, one question pounds repeatedly like a piston in my mind: Where am I headed now? -= DisDain =-