After being obsessed by the 1977 album Here Am I, a copy of which I was lucky enough to stumble upon in a dollar bin in the mid-90s, I spent over 10 years on-and-off trying to track down the artist known as Frederick Michael St. Jude. The album was clearly great—lyrically, vocally, and musically, FM St. Jude was indeed the “walking atomic power plant” that the batty liner notes claimed he was—but the man and his motivations were a total mystery. Eventually, through... (read more)
Artists in this story: Frederick Michael St. Jude