Several years ago, I managed to spend some internet time with Mr. Brown. Gee, an open conversation with "The God". Anyway, we joked around about his more recent business of painting houses for a living. Both he and my ancestors were in that business. Evidently, his record royalties were inadequate for his wallet. I told him that as a 12 year old, I painted the fence around the grave of President Rutherford B. Hayes, and I complained about the difficulty of removing black enamal paint from my hands. The God of Hell Fire recommended I try using buffalo semen.
Benedict Arnold 