Ephraim Parodice, 36; James Martin, 31

Honore Street and Milwaukee Avenue

Are you in a band?
JM I perform music wherever I go. It’s more of a spiritual thing.
EP Me? I’m working on a project in several cities called Déjà Vu. It’s top secret.

Sounds like a brainwashing experiment. Or a club drug.
EP It’s really deep shit, universal stuff, complete dominion over the elements.
JM You have to understand the nature of the ego and the mind and consciousness.

Do you mind if I say that you guys sound like escaped mental patients?
EP That’s why I don’t talk about this very much! [Laughs]

So what kind of music do you play?
JM I like to focus on the reggae and alternative rock: Bush, Goo Goo Dolls, Silverchair—stuff where you can really let it out.

Did you spring out of a mid-’90s time warp?
JM My clothes are all from the ’70s, man! [Laughs] We were inspired watching some Parliament Funkadelic videos the other day, with George Clinton decked out in fur, gold ring on every finger, you know?

Are you friends, boyfriends?
JM It’s a deep romance.
EP But we don’t have sex! Everyone wants that, but it’s uncommon.
JM When you run into someone who has had a parallel life, you sync up. It was totally natural. And if you can find that natural groove, you ride that wave and it takes you to where you want to be.