Album Notes

WHO ON EARTH IS THIS GUY, PETER MOON...
And why is he selling thousands of indie cds from the back of his Astrovan?

Peter Moon laughs out loud and scratches his slick bald head. A wicked scar meanders across his ample cranium. "I don't really wanna be a rock star. This whole trip started when I met THEM at Harvey Washbanger's laundromat. I woke up the next morning, shaved off all my hair, quit my job, wrote 68 songs in 4 hours, sold off my Star Wars action figure collection and obeyed the voices that said 'follow the orange barrels to Nashville'. Before you could say 'Chewbacca the Wookie For President', I'm onstage and beautiful girls are shouting at me. What's up with that?

Fans describe his music as Matchbox 20/Tom Petty, but with the soul of James Brown and a voice the size of a small planet. At clubs across the Southeast, college kids, baby boomers, and bad girls of all ages scream "Moon Me!" They hold up cds, t-shirts and body parts to be signed by the band and it's reluctant front guy. "I feel weird signing stuff. What if my signature bounces? Once upon a time I was a tenured literature geek with a bank account. Why'd THEY have to come along and muck it all up? Like I said, I'm not too sure about this whole ROCK STAR thing.

Moon may have no choice. His new cd Postcards From Earth is attracting stellar praise:

"This cd rocks start to finish. Postcards....has got some
SONGS on it!" K. Coes, MD, WRLT Nashville

"Exuberant, intelligent rock that makes you sing
along" Natalie Kilgore WBUZ Nashville

"Postcards... is a deep well of incredible songs from the
heart of a real person....The lyrics strike
to the core of our being - transparent and vulnerable
like the great Jimmy Webb. Peter is destined to become a
household name." Mary Dawson - "I Write The Songs"

"Peter is one of the best vocalists I've ever worked
with. And his musicianship is rock solid. But
he's completely and utterly devoid of his own
mind! Gabe Katona - Jefferson Starship

Asked about his future, Moon furrows his meaty brow and sighs. "It's out of my hands. They keep me awake day and night, writing songs and playing stages everywhere. I keep asking THEM 'How many ex-English teachers can the Music Biz tolerate?' Sting, Gene Simmons of Kiss - What could I possibly do to top those guys? Maybe save another rain forest, spit huge flaming gouts of blood, make the ladies swoon over my 3 foot tongue and recite Shakespeare's 38th sonnet while I play the Star Spangled Banner with my teeth; standing in a vat of warm tapioca pudding and live minnows? Or maybe I should just call down to Washbanger's and see if my brain's turned up in the lint trap?

"Postcards From Earth" and Peter's first release "I am the Elephant Man" are available at www.petermoon.com