$3.49
I am God began when the sweater- and beard-clad Wealthy Gilman Chatsworth realized that he took his other projects too seriously. He became obsessed with metaphor-filled lyrics that swooned over childhood romances. He couldn't sleep and began ingesting raw corn. This had to stop; he needed to quit art.
He asked long-time friends Onarga Roberts (the owner of a sizable phallus) and Rantoul Fisher (the man for whom Gilman's high school sweetheart left him) if they wanted to start a band just to call it “I am God.” Music was created on a laptop, in retirement homes, on airplanes, and in the nude. Fame ensued. With over 100 fans on Facebook, I am God quickly turned to drugs, greed, and the brutal murder of artistry, and that’s where they are today.
I am God is post-hip. While the “cool” youth of America believe that selling out destroys art, we go past that to say that selling out is the new art, and that’s our goal. We will make millions of dollars, get signed to Interscope, and fuck bitches. It all starts right here with our first album: Hybrid Theory