Once upon a time, the city of San Francisco gave birth to a diminutive three-headed beast named Tommy Guerrero. From a very young age, the kid could skateboard up walls and down hills like no one else. He played in punk rock bands well before he could even get into the clubs legally. And he displayed an artistry in life that few folks ever achieve. Tommy's music, like his graphic design, is beguilingly simple. He sounds like a guy fucking around on his front stoop--and maybe that's exactly accurates--but the results touch you down to your toes. His melodies dance lightly around your head while the rhythms build under your feet. His is soul music, made by a street kid raised on Santana and Bill Withers, with more than a little nod to The Clash and Public Enemy in there, too.