Related Information for Chad Neidt When I was 4 or 5, my Mom got me a California Raisins Guitar for Christmas. I had no idea how to play it–I just violently strummed the nylon strings and repeatedly screamed "California Raisins!" I'm sure if the sight was caught on tape and screened for middle schoolers taking sex-ed it would have been an effective form of birth control. I was a loud, stupid ass-hole of a kid. But in choir, you were encouraged to be a loud, stupid ass-hole, especially in sunday school choir... read more