Crank Sturgeon is a performance artist. Not many musicians care to go there, and who can blame them? Likewise, it's rare to find visual artists willing act out their scribbles, at least here in the United States, where Crank calls home. The dilemma isn't actually something that hems the creative nudges, however. Where there's food to be sat on, guitars to be driven over, and genitals to draw, Crank will be there, amplified marker in one hand, packing tape and contact microphone in the other, spouting on about important topics like banking, doing sound poems that highlight the locker room grunts from high school, showing a film strip collage of people he'd invite over for New Year's ... at any rate, there's plenty to mull over with leering eyes and astonishing grins.

An indefatigable nomad, Crank frequently tours with his one man show across the continent and overseas doing installation shows, performance pieces, free folk disaster dramas, harsh noise blowouts, high-flying dirigible sculpture actions, or simply stuffing garden hoses into the trousers and watering his pants.

And when not traveling, Crank enjoys a good game of button pressing.