All stories have a beginning, some more humble than others, and this one is no different. It all started with Kenny doing what he does best, playing music at his regular venue…well it’s sort of a venue…actually it’s a little spot on the sidewalk between Moe’s Tattoos and Larry’s One Hour Room-0-Rama.

It looked as though it might be a good night. Between the regulars from Larry’s and the line that had formed in front of Moe’s after the Rob Zombie concert. Kenny’s guitar case was brimming with shiny tokens of an appreciative audience (about three dollars and twelve cents). It all seemed to be going swimmingly when a malevolent vagrant reached down, swooped up the $3.12, mumbled something about drum machines being evil, and ran off. A chase was inevitable, with Kenny fighting for his supper…MD20/20 and Twinkies. Kenny caught up with and tackled the filthy scoundrel to the ground. Unfortunately, the police arrived before Kenny could properly beat the stuffing from the wretched sewer dweller.

The two were thrown into the extremely dangerous and violent offender holding cell where they discovered their mutual love for the writings of Nostradamus, the music of Dylan and Monster Truck Pulls. As fate would have it, the festering diseased laden swine turned out to be Mike Kreidel.

As the two quarreled about the parallelism existing between the psyches of Andre The Giant and Rowdy Rowdy Piper, a fellow inmate (Lorin McLain) convinced Kenny and Mike that the three of them had intermingled in a pre-embryonic state somewhere after the Big Bang but before the birth of Christ.

Armed with the realization of this retro-prophetic omen, the three used their combined intellect to come up with some sort of means of solving all the worlds past and present problems. Their earth shattering solution was best summarized in the immortal words of Lorin McLain…”Wanna start a band?”