Quinn unleashes his agenda on the audience like a bat to the face. A former commodities broker with a nomadic upbringing he's a student of the world, traveling to more than thirty countries and living in 17 states including every state in New England. He’s been in at least five 6.0+ Earthquakes, two of them while completely naked. He’s been a near victim of a Suicide bombing in Colombo Sri Lanka and cannot stand the taste of cilantro. He is an avid outdoorsman who owns his own machete’. His political savvy is championed only by his desire to breathe the word of the people. He makes a heck of a pitcher of mental Kool-aid and loves to drink it himself. He likes sky surfing, shucking corn, grilling, eagles, (but not grilling eagles) bags of candy, The Beastie Boys, special-ops, eating raw fish, conspiracy theory, light wresting, waves, great literature, hauling sand, Lubrication, earning his downhill, bass, laughter, tears, waxing philosophically, wrangling cattle, horses & cock-fighting. Quinn will never live a "Normal" existence and is perfectly happy with that. His only father figure told him to be a crab fisherman and his grandfather used him to smuggle precious Gemstones into the country. With unconditional love he gains super powers that are of such great intensity that he can spin the earth on the tip of his finger right in front of you. He likes to laugh, wax philosophical and make out.
New England born, product of guts and hard work he takes his lunch pail attitude to the air like every show is his last (on more than one occasion it has been!) To say that he’s a modern day philosopher isn’t fair... There’s no definition for his prophetic views of this world. You only need to sit and have a beer with the guy to realize that he’s been taught by the great professors like Johnny Cash and Steve Earle. He’ll tell you that “Everyone Can find a song for every time they’ve lost, and every time they’ve won” Cantara lives vicariously through the common man, carrying their lives on his shoulders like an iron-willed sherpa ascending the Hillary step. The man is a rock of a human being. Saying he’s steadfast in his convictions is an understatement, Cantara has the sensitivity of a Navy Seal, but you wouldn’t know it when you see him as a father or a husband. Known for delivering sage wisdom while channeling the lyrics of great songwriters he’s been accused of invoking tears in the recipients eyes. He loves to cook, makes a helluva Graham Cracker crusted spinach quiche and if you’re ever lucky enough to try his homemade soup then you will die happy.
DECEMBER 21--A federal employee was formally reprimanded this month for excessive workplace flatulence, a sanction that was delivered to him in a five-page letter that actually included a log of representative dates and times when he was recorded “releasing the awful and unpleasant odor” in his Baltimore office. In a December 10 letter accusing him of “conduct unbecoming a federal officer,” the Social Security Administration employee was informed that his “uncontrollable flatulence” had created an “intolerable” and “hostile” environment for coworkers, several of whom have lodged complaints with supervisors. The worker, a 38-year-old Maryland resident, reportedly provided evidence that he suffered from “some medical conditions” that, at times, caused him to be unable to work full days. But a SSA manager noted in the reprimand letter that, “nothing that you have submitted has indicated that you would have uncontrollable flatulence. It is my belief that you can control this condition.” After stating that, “It is my belief that you can control this condition,” the author of the reprimand letter then noted, “The following dates show the time of your flatulence.” What followed was a log listing 17 separate dates (and 60 specific times) on which the employee passed gas. For example, the man’s September 19 output included nine instances of flatulence, beginning at 9:45 AM and concluding at 4:30 PM.