Aaron G. Zeller, sculptor of dreams and manipulator of static was born and raised in Miles City, and was later in life borne on a dream that took him to Berlin Germany in search of "Blind Sound." A savvy entrepenuer at an early age, he had amassed a small fortune crafting the now famous "Montana Turd Bird." His scatty rendition of the Queen of England lassoing her domain, donning a ten gallon hat won him world wide acclaim, and an invitation for an expose in Berlin's Kopenick Museum of Decorative Arts. Never losing sight of his goal of unearthing blind sound, he grabbed a microphone, and in contempt of every immutable law of physics and dynamics, nay, every social or scientific more, nay common sense, he blindfolded it. The man, genius or mistakably genius due to his eccentricity had created blind sound. It's not everyday that the concept of sound is revolutionized, and as you can imagine, his brainchild was gazed upon with copious criticism and skepticism. "Pfshh." is all Aaron had to say to his detractors. "Anti-Christ" they would shout behind the menagerie of flying melons, pickets, rocks or any other object light enough to hurl. He was driven into a corner with despair to one side, and utter seclusion to the other. He was just about to decide to quit answering his phone when he received a call from director Taylor Hackford. "I'm doing this movie about Ray Charles, a blind man that made some killer sounds. Really kicked out the jams you know. He had the flow man. Anyway, in light of my lead actor's seeing capabilities, and my need for authentic replication of the the Ray-Man's blues, I want you to employ your "blind sound" on the set of my movie. I need to keep it real, you know. There's statues riding on this man. Gold Statues...You in?" Seeing an opportunity to bring his theories out of the darkness, Aaron set wing for New Orleans, LA. And what does he have to say to his detractors now? "Pishaw." Aaron G. Zeller, this generation's Tesla. I salute you.