By Max Levenson Xavier Dphrepaulezz can’t sit still. He strums a cherry-red Telecaster guitar. He pounds on a drum, leaning over it and crooning. He poses dramatically for a photo in a doorway, walking and talking, barking orders down the hall at two young men in his cluttered recording studio. He’s frenetic and irrepressible, always […]
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