Dan Kipp

World, welcome to that which is Dan Kipp. An entity unto neither himself nor, some say, reality… but don’t be fooled: real recognize real. He floats in stratospheric equilibrium between gravity and grace, tending to tip towards the former. He is said to have a close kinship to that intangible imp known as Duende, and is twice as dubious. He writes of himself in the third person. I know the guy. Bouncy as Outkast. Soulful as Sublime. Tender as Petty’s Heartbreakers. Dan Kipp’s purported favorite food is papa rellena, and his musical syllogisms are, similarly, stylistically sound. I know the guy… He says he looks forward to bringing y’all’s earbuds an impetus of such pulpy impulse that you won’t not not not be able to get down wityo bad self. Whatever that does for ya.