Bubba’s Bio

Ubiquitous Bubba (if that’s his real name) spends a significant amount of time surrounded by imaginary characters from bizarre universes. He’s been known to hold conversations with animals, inanimate objects, and food. These discussions frequently diverge into philosophy, speculations on Reality/Unreality, and the proper role of cheese in society.

Growing up in Texas, he studied the lore of the Storyteller, the mysterious art of the tall tale, and the pervasive universal existence of Bubbas. They’re everywhere. As he wandered universes, he discovered that there’s always a Bubba around when you need one.

Ubiquitous is also a drummer, who has somewhat narrow and specialized musical tastes. A fan of progressive and hard rock styles, he’s also known to incorporate some funk just to keep himself entertained.

Ubiquitous Bubba enjoys relaxing at home with his wife and kids. He enjoys telling stories, eating pizza, and holding the recliner down. It hasn’t gotten away yet, but one can’t be too careful.


Live at the Empty Room
Have Mercy Blues Band – Live at the Empty Room, 1990 World Tour, now in its 26th big year (on hiatus for the last 25 1/2 years. The world is much smaller than you might think.)


Bubba in his natural habitat. Just add pizza.
Bubba in his natural habitat. Just add pizza.

2 Replies to “Bubba’s Bio”

  1. I’m sorry to bother you as I’m sure you have things to do and pizza to eat. I was curious, if you don’t mind me asking, what’s your real name?


    1. I appreciate the concern about my pizza. It’s a deep dish (Chicago style) pepperoni and pineapple pizza with extra cheese and it is exquisite. I would say that it’s sublime, but that sounds weird when my mouth is full.

      As far as my name is concerned, I’ve worn a few different labels over the years. Family members tend to use informal names that may differ from one’s legal name. I learned about this difference early in the first grade during roll call. Imagine my surprise when I discovered that my given name was not “Dadgum Idjit.” As time wore on I realized that the louder my name was shouted, the less accurate it would be. As the volume increased, my name grew longer and more colorful. A thorough study of body language became essential in interpreting whether someone was calling me to get my attention, or heralding my doom. For example, a purple face, clenched and quivering muscles, and foaming at the mouth may be signs that this may not be a good time for a sarcastic reply.

      You’re welcome for that, by the way. I hope you find that bit of insight helpful. Where was I? Oh, yes. Names. I suppose Ubiquitous Bubba is more of a role or a title. Otherwise, I also answer to the name, “Bob Carter,” especially if someone is asking if I ordered that pizza.


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