Orson Kimura | Veteran | Tanuki Blues

Orson Kimura grew up in Hollow Ridge City.

He was a quiet kid: observant, intense, prone to deep focus. People called him weird. He learned to hide it. He joined the military because he didn't know what else to do. He tested well — too well — and was recruited into SOCOM as an Intelligence Officer. He spent years in the Sandbox, in Afghanistan, in undisclosed locations doing things he doesn't talk about. He was good at it. Too good. His bunkmate was Darrion "Sauce" LaRoux, a Louisiana native with a honeyed voice and fingers that could make a guitar sing. Sauce taught him to play — three chords, then five, then the blues. Muddy Waters first. Then Howlin' Wolf. Then the whole Delta.

The guitar saved his life.

After SOCOM, he worked as a PMC Operator — more money, fewer rules, the same nightmares. He lasted three years. Came back to Hollow Ridge City with a duffel bag, a guitar, and no idea what came next. The diagnosis came six months later. Autism Spectrum Disorder. The psychiatrist used words like "masking" and "burnout" and "comorbid PTSD." Orson heard: You were never broken, but the military screwed you up hard.

He started playing small gigs as Tanuki Blues. The name stuck. The music found an audience.

Now he's trying to build something that isn't built on sand and blood.

Find him at The Cellar

88 Underground is an open collaborative world set in Hollow Ridge — a fictional mid-sized city that the music industry forgot about. Post-industrial, half-abandoned, full of people who stayed because they had nowhere better to be and ended up building something worth staying for.
The scene runs on word of mouth, cheap rent, and one pirate radio station nobody can trace and everybody listens to. 88 Underground. 88.0 FM. Get played on it and the whole city knows your name by morning. Get ignored — and you might as well not exist.
There are no genre rules. No hierarchy. No gatekeeping. The underground takes everyone — as long as you're ready to make some noise.

Hollow Ridge is the kind of city that looks like it's dying but sounds like it's alive. The skyline is half-functional, half-abandoned. There's a river nobody swims in. The good neighborhoods and the bad ones share the same b