I was born Phil Hill in the early 1970s in a rural farm area northwest of Roswell, NM. People have called me many things, but the nickname UFO Phil has remained with me for years due to my inherent ability to commune with aliens.

My recollection of mom and dad is vague, at best. They left this world when I was in diapers. What I do know is that dad was born on Independence Day in 1947 and grew up in the same farmhouse as me. There are many stories surrounding his birth, childhood, and strange disappearance later in life. Recently, a man claiming to be my father showed up on my doorstep. And while he knew many details about my life, his papers were not in order. Is he my real father or is it some kind of cruel joke? It is hard to know what to believe.

My first series of alien abductions began in 1972. They implanted me with a small chip which gave me a heightened musical ability. I didn't notice the talent at first. But, after years of strenuous study and practice on several musical instruments, it became clear to me. I now know that my abductors wanted me to spread their message through music. I hope the chip keeps working.

I left the Roswell area years ago. My home had ended up on some map of important UFO locations and I grew tired of the constant visitors asking questions. Fortunately, after many years of selling UFO debris out of my garage, I saved enough money to build a house far away from my previous life. Now, with the exception of my alien visitors, I live in relative peace and seclusion.