Mr. Puttyface discovered at a young age that he did not have a normal face. While other children were made up of flesh,blood,and bone Mr.Puttyface was made up of,well,putty (primarily). One of the few comforts a puttyfaced boy can find is in the warmth of a psychedelic voyage wherein all people seem to have puttyfaces. To not have such a face in THIS realm would be indeed an oddity. Music and art have been kind friends to Mr.Puttyface as far back as he can remember. What better way to honor these friends than to create new ones?