"It Was The Winter Of 2006. I was in the group Atmosphere at the time and on tour in Europe. We had already been there about 3 weeks when we hit France Our last show was in a small town/village named Lozere Languedoc. As we began sound check the local promoter noticed "the beat vagrant" hanging out by the trash. He yelled for him to leave. I asked what that was all about and he told me that TBV (the beat vagrant) lived midway up the mountain towering over the village and that He was reportedly some kind of musical genius. I asked if we could go up the next day and he agreed to walk Me up. We walk about 3km up to a plateau. In the center appeared to be a hut made out of old car seats and melted baby rattles. We Met Jean's father and we asked about his son and directed us out back to his tower of tinkering. We find him sitting inside a dumpster (how do you get a dumpster up a mountain?) decorated with circuit boards, VCR parts, switches etc. He had ballerina slippers sewn into a one-piece jumper outfit and one sandal made out of used twist ties. So, we're invited in and I ask him about his music. He uncovered what looked like an MPC shoved inside a homemade eurorack that'd been placed in a bear carcass then soaked in dehydrated seal urine. He played what I can only describe as one of the most beautiful arrangements I'd ever heard. The point is Macks (Rap on Me?) is actually a mountain-dwelling French recluse who built his own equipment and makes amazing music." -Mr. Dibbs