TOR LARSEN

Nickname:
People have always seemed content with the strangeness of my ordinary name.

Star Sign:
Scorpio.

Where were you born?
Fitzroy, Melbourne.

Where did you grow up:
Ormond, East Brighton

What posters did you have on your wall as a kid:
NBA, Michael Jackson, Simpsons

The Best autograph you (n)ever got:
I almost got to meet John Farnham when I was 10. It fell through, and I was crushed..

The worst job you've had?
Pushing trollies at safeway on saturday mornings when I was 15.

Fave Drink :
Good Japanese beer, or Gin.

Fave Sport :
Lost interest a while ago... but probably basketball.

Fave Team :
Don't even know which team is which these days...

Fave TV Show :
Trailer Park Boys.

Fave Film :
Dead Man by Jim Jarmusch.

Which cinematic character do you relate to the most:
Sun Ra in 'Space is the Place'.

You're dating Labor politician Julia Gillard, where do you take her?
to the zoo, because the only intelligent way to discuss politics is on all fours.

First LP you bought?
The soundtrack to the first Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movie. It had MC Hammer. It was Rockin.

An LP discovery that you're recommending to people?
PG Six - Parlor Tricks and Porch Favourites.

Fave LP of all time?
The first Doors album.

Who would you like to cover of one of your songs?
Brian Wilson.

A song that has made you cry?
Today - Jefferson Airplane.

What's a song you love that could be deemed a guilty pleasure?:
Chris Isaak - Wicked Game

Lyric To Live By’?
"and though the rules of the road have been lodged, it's only peoples games that you have to dodge" - dylan

Favourite Pebbles Song?
Black Sun Ensemble

Fave Book?
The Dharma Bums - Jack Kerouac.

Last book that you read?
DMT - The Spirit Molecule by Rick Strassman

What historical figure has most captured your imagination & why?
William Blake. Vision, love, epiphany and creative expression of said qualities.

If Sand Pebbles was a fruit, what type of fruit would it be:
Orange. The type of fruit you bite into under a large dose of acid and are amazed by the billions of little psychedelic juice pockets exploding against your brain.

Ultimate gig:
Monterey Pop Festival.