Once upon a time in a quaint little town called Chippawa there was a stork on rout to deliver a small bundle of joy to expecting parents.

Upon delivery of this tiny tot, the stork found himself amongst a frightful storm. The river waters stirred and heaved below. The setting sun cast a brown and orange glow that kissed the clouds and sparkled madly off the quarreling waves.

Transsexual unicorns and red and blue figure-less forms materialized from the air born electricity.  They chanted a chorus. They possessed the youngster with know how and such. They all moved together in unison;  the stork, the baby, and their new friends all new quite quickly that it was "all" so very easy, and they laughed.

Thunderclap is now in his prime. He strives to humanize, open eyes, and remember that he himself is NOTHING!  "It is not for me and it is not from me", Thunderclap confesses, and he will profess this wherever his stormy cloud roams.

Be sure to catch this unique songsmith & visual performer before Thunderclap rumbles onto the next town for some over due unrest.