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Ego Puppets would be a brain child if its father had had any brain children. If the father had, the father's name would have been Eric Feigenbaum, who would have given brain birth to Ego Puppets by himself, in a dark studio in brooklyn, playing with his toys--a sort of brain immaculate conception, if you will. Hopefully, you won't. That was the best way to start this bio. With any luck, we will soon find the best way to end it. So there's this guy, Eric Feigenbaum, who's been producing records for bands around NYC and touring as a sound engineer for national bands like MGMT and Passion Pit. And while he wasn't on the road or in the studio working on somebody else's record, he got to toying around with some ideas of his own, mixing strange samples and synthesizers, making electronic percussion instruments out of samples of street corners and construction crews, squashing and destroying entire other songs to create oscillator patterns for synthesizer patches, creating strange new vocal treatments to help him frame some very strange stories, and some even stranger ideas about the world, art and culture, relationships, maturity, apathy, and fate. Some songs came quickly, written and recorded almost fully-formed in the space of an afternoon. Others took months. Without a plan or a goal, or a live show, or a band, or even an idea of what to do with whatever he was making, Eric took nearly two years to finally decide to put out just five of the nearly sixty songs he'd demoed duri