Conceived in Terminal 2 of the Dallas/Fort Worth International Airport, Weston Decker grew up surrounded by Gary, Indiana's vibrant reggaeton scene of which both the hyenas who raised him played a central role. After an acute weasel dust overdose in his teen years left his penis severely mutilated (seriously it's gross), he eventually settled in Transylvania where he found work as a barnacle scraper. He was later accepted to the University of Guam on a dental scholarship and it was here that his music career began in earnest. Inspired by a newfound and very sexual desire for fresh fruit he began releasing a series of dixieland 12" singles that gained an underground following among the area's leper colonies. However, tragedy would once again strike Decker's life, and hilariously, his penis. After a segway crash nearly fucking killed him he began crafting an entirely new and definitely super edgy kind of music to pass the time in the hospital usually while tripping Ambien. The result of these sessions can be heard on his singles "9PM" and "Lazy" as well as the uninteresting and crude "Weston Decker EP" Wow he's funny, and his teeth definitely aren't yellow at all!!! Decker is currently working on more music while also continuing to pursue his passion of harvesting Orgone from wild agaves in Guadalajara, Mexico