Keine Moniker

Sometime between Eddie Vedder’s lamenting and Sarah McLachlan’s fated pet requiems, a great leviathan named Lonnie Burnside burst forth from the salty seas of South Texas, raising with him a tempest of dance-inspiring rhythms. Disquieting the small Gulf Coast region from whence he came, the wee musician’s sound fumbled through DJ adolescence in the 90’s, adopting the funky style of Chicago house as a platform while applying his own multi- instrumental skills. But the blue-green machine didn’t stop there. Thrashing and frustrated in the warm waters that bound him, the young artist dubbed L. Boogie travelled to the Lone Star oasis of Austin in mid-2000, where he probed his tentacles deep into the electronic scene.Maturing in the land of free-flowing beer and slack, L. Boogie’s aqueous style soon discovered the