"Not just great...Brilliant." -Eddie Brill, booker for the Letterman Show........ "A button-pushing provocateur!" -Mike Moto, Berkeley CA................... Dax Jordan was born in Los Angeles in 1976 in a coked-out daze. His mother was a laborer, working five jobs, though none of them paying, and in her spare time was a stenographer for the homeless. His father was a hypothetical fisherman who made most of his fortune weaving nets for sunken ships. After burning their home in L.A., the Jordan family moved to Sandy, Oregon, into a cave of darkness and despair both figuratively and literally. There was much love in the family, but not for Dax. Though his parents adored him, they made him stand in a ditch in their earthen basement for most meals, claiming they just didnt have enough room at the dinner table, even though he had no other siblings. This made Dax bitter, and he took out his aggression on the playground. Unfortunately, as a 90-pound weakling, Dax was often pummeled by bullies, thugs and schoolgirls. That 90-pound weakling blossomed into a strapping 140- pound weakling in college at the University of Oregon, where he got the psychology degree that he still has not used to this day. At the U of O, Dax’s good-guy looks and passively surly disposition earned him the nickname Nice Guy Gone Horribly Wrong, which he is still not able to shake. This pushed Dax into the dark world of stand-up comedy, where he found that people were not only laughing with him, but at him as well. Dax is a free thinker by day (though he’s considering charging a fee soon) and successful stand-up comedian by night, giving him a one-two punch unprecedented in the modern world. His hobbies are golf, pottery, and breaking his own nose with a ball-peen hammer.