The Messenger has been my longest running moniker, and my main one since 2020, and was created from trying to pick a snappy name first and then backtracking through the process for several years. I originally intended for this to only make a couple of albums and then probably get shelved as my autistic ass would move on inevitably to the other thing that's interesting, but here I am now.
The Messenger, real name Michael Kopernikov, originally started as a simple man delivering post to a mediocre city in Russia really well. Then, he found his first love, a dashing young gal and the dream of many a 60's man, while delivering that same post. They were almost too good to stay, and too good to stay they were. In 1976, on an average walk to the store, he and her were hit by a drunkard that was speeding a bit too fast for safety. He ended with a broken leg, she ended up dead.
He'd later end up moving out of Russia and into the hustling Arizona party, where he would meet his second love, this time less prone to car crashes, in 1982. They later married and now live in a quiet suburb (still in Arizona) alongside their son David. He is getting back into delivering mail, she helps customers with their confusion over the internet, and David is just kind of fucking about with school. All is well and peaceful...For now. |
