Jonny B. Goode's Page

He sat on a bar stool in the middle of the stage, a harsh spot beaming down on him, and for once he was glad for the extra-wide brim on his fedora. He had a drink in one hand and a microphone in the other as he squinted to see through the smoky haze that hung in the air of this two-bit dive like a London fog. Then the dame walked in, in that red dress - all hourglass and gams - and sat at a table right up front, giving him a wink. "Alright then, this next one's for you, doll," he thought, as the band started to play...

I go by Jonny B. to most of my friends. The stage name I took when I started singing. I'm a website designer by day, but by night... I sing a lot of karaoke, I sing blues and swing, and I play the trumpet and a mean blues harp, and am currently between bands. Most weekends you'll find me at a karaoke bar with a mic in my hand, or sitting in with a local band jamming it up.

How'd I get into dieselpunk? Well, I've always been a fan of big city swing and blues - a swingpunk, if you will - but I suppose you can thank Joss Whedon for that last part. You see, I was a fan of Firefly/Serenity, although a latecomer to the fandom, after the show had already gone off the air. Actually even after the movie had come and gone. And then one day I saw this little production he put on called Dr. Horrible.

Well, after that, one thing sort of led to another. I started checking out this controversy online, about how Dr. Horrible had supposedly ripped off another online media star named Dr. Steel. I started watching some of Dr. Steel's videos, and found them amusing, so I got involved in his fan club. A lot of his fans are steampunks, so I started getting into that a little. Then someone pointed me to the Clockwork Cabaret and said I should give them a listen. I gave a listen, and interacted with them a few times... and then Emmett and Klaude invited me to join up here, apparently recalling I had told them I was into swing and blues and thinking I'd like the place...

And so... here I am. With the smell of the city in my nostrils, the sounds of the traffic and machinery playing a soft lullaby in the distance. Leaving the club by the back door, I toss the toothpick I'd been chewing on for the past half hour into the rainsoaked gutter, grab a fresh one from the brim of my fedora and put it between my teeth as I breath in slowly, taking in the lights of the skyline. Yea, a guy could learn to like this place...