Walt Meadornack. His past is shadowed in obscurity. A quiet man who keeps to himself. A silent leader. A phantom. A directional power of presence only.
Picture yourself in the land between the country club and the trailer court, not pulling the strings or working the machines, but standing in the comfortable hum and glow of basic cable. Sleeping giants of the middle class. Then one day you are awakened from your sleepwalking by Walt Meadornack’s battle cry.
The 8 All-Stars were so easily removed from the Radio-Man’s Prison of Apathy thanks to the lax security of the Mole-Men Mall Security, weary from monotony. You too may know such freedom.
First were the dutiful and pensive Donnie Maleriamax and the idealistic Slippy Breadstick, who began their disastrous trek with the beloved and sophisticated “Noise Tape” with honorable intentions. Soon, Slippy and Donnie would advantageously exercise the talents of the young and savage Burt Shmartzky, recording such monumental developments as “Compositions”. But the best was yet to come.
As other All-Stars came and went (and in some cases performed acts of self-reincarnation), Walt Meadornack and his Angels of Havoc delved deeper and deeper into the Happy Golden Fields that had remained hidden for so long beyond the Country Club of the Radio-Man and on the far side of the trailer park of his mind melding Mole-Men.
The Ghost brings liberty. Walt Meadornack says FIGHT!
