In 1993 in the freezing tundras of Upstate NY a pallid, nerdy, sexually frustrated, mildly sociopathic organic chemistry grad student with an acoustic guitar started writing songs. He wrote songs about frogs, mood altering drugs, and not getting laid since that is what he knew. He called his act “Powered By Satan.” On stage He dressed in red leotards with horns, a tail and an obnoxious codpiece. Why did he do this? Because he had little to lose. Everybody thought he was a dork and he had no hopes getting any in the visible future. He started by playing uninvited and sometimes unwanted gigs at parties, open mics and bars wherein he would enter, strip off his clothes to reveal his devil suit, don his horns and guitar, and do his thing until ejected from the premises. He found great spiritual satisfaction in pissing people off. His plan, however, backfired. They liked him.  They offered him gigs. Over the years he played tons of gigs across New York State occasionally venturing out to the West Coast. He accumulated  21 hilarious original songs and a loyal following. He released a CD called “When The Log Rolls Over We’ll all Be Dead.”

Eventually, it became obvious that his depraved rants and trading of insults with the crowd between songs was becoming just as much of a draw as his music. At the suggestion of a fan, Powered By Satan signed up on the list for an open mic at a major comedy club. He walked out with the door prize and two gig offers. From then on, stand-up became as much a focus for him as his music. Flibbertigibbet was born. But as if his songs and his stand-up were not enough, he rounds out his performance with an arsenal of unpredictably depraved performance gags and audience participation exercises. His most common is a game he calls “Guess what’s in my codpiece.“  The winner takes it home. It’s only gotten stranger since. He once brought a litter box on stage and invited audience members to come up and sift it for weird prizes. Leveraging his chemistry background, he has formulated original sexual lubricants with audience help. He has appeared on stage in a red tutu.

Flibbertigibbet’s songs are as depraved  as they are dorky. “Prosthetic Blues” tells the story of a man whose wife eft him, taking all of his prostheses and implants. “The Scrotum Frog of Lake Titicaca” is a frenetic flurry of sexual double entendres and amphibians. “You Must Give Me Beef,” an audience participation favorite, chronicles the primal male craving for red meat. “Geeksong” is an irrepressible anthem of dorkdom.

Flibbertigibbet, age 43, is now based in Long Beach, CA where he works a research and development job for a microelectronics company. He plays venues ranging from rock clubs to comedy events to naked hippie festivals. His sets range from mostly stand-up comedy punctuated with a few songs to 90% musical performances. He plays everything in between depending on the venue and the event. He plans on performing until the great Cthulhu calls him home. This could be any day now, so book him today!