The Slow Poisoner
FROM: San Francisco
NEW ALBUM: Magic Casket
IN TOWN: 8 p.m. tonight at Super Happy Fun Land
TICKETS: $7

We don't know much about Slow Poisoner, other than he seems to have gotten his Ph.D. in showmanship. The San Francisco oddball (aka Andrew Goldfarb) bills himself as a “one-man-surrealistic-rock-and-roll band,” and he bangs out weird post-modern chanteys about eerie things on guitar while stomping on a drum. He's also an artist who does serial comics. Say what you will, there aren't two of him out there. Courtesy photo: The Slow Poisoner

My mother would describe my music as . . .

My mother would say, “Heavens to Betsy, that sounds like a cowboy wrestling a gorilla on Mars! Take that off o' the Victrola!”

Best song to play when you're feeling blue?

Dark Was the Night, by Blind Willie Johnson. Johnson was blinded by a jealous stepmother and eventually died sleeping on wet newspapers after his house burned down. In between, he recorded this song, in which he does nothing but moan.

Best song to play when you're not?

Happy Days Are Here Again — although it was written in 1929 right before the stock market crashed, so I guess it was inaccurate.

Twix or Kit Kat?

Twix, for its carameliciousness!

Clowns: funny or scary?

Scary, especially if they're staring up at you from the bottom of an abandoned well.

Favorite superhero

Plastic Man! Not only is he elastic, but he sports a snappy red and yellow outfit with white goggles.

My strange phobia

I have a fear of being infested with worms; technically, this is known as helmintophobia.

I'm ashamed to admit I like . . .

Fried peanut butter and banana sandwiches, even after what they did to Elvis.