Born in '37, in Plainfield, Plainfield, he worked as a pool-filler and lunch-counter cleaner. After the whiteout of '67, Reagan began to fold universes via a modified hot-dog pushcart this his father aquired in '33 to feed his immigrant family. Seeking his fortunes in Las Vegas, his pushcart had a chance encounter with a one of Liberace's discarded grands in an alleyway behind the MGM Grand. Chorusgirl Eliza Merchand offered to put him up in Wayne Newton's back-up aerodrome, and he began to pound out some un-Jellyrole Morton-like piano pieces. This attracted the attention of janitor (and former Ann Margaret manager) Percy Schelldreme, who set up a gig for him in the Crimean Room of the Frontier Hotel. However, Reagan was hot happy with the color-scheme, and set out to find spiritual enlightenment, dragging his grand piano into the Short Hills of Arizona. There he composed his first great work "The Rainbows Of The Crystal-Eyed Unicorn". Soon after he created a suite of great new-age works; "Shimmering Glade In the Rainbow Valley Of Rainbows" "Glimmering Sunshine In The Emerald Island Of Dreams" "Phoenix Aura Rising Above The Spectral Illusions Of Venice" And of course the contentious "Polluted Sump Trench". Sadly, his genius was cut short, when his waveform collapsed during a tantric voyage to a neutron star in the Vergo supercluster. And all of his great music was sublimated into the vortex with him. All that's left is for us to image what it was like...