A long time ago, a band formed on a grassy knoll in the wonderful land know as the ok Lahoma. Well, nor-Man to be specific. After much deliberation, the setup was clear, divinely inspired to be precise. There just happened to be a single player of each instrument. There was a guitarist: The Almighty (the larimore). There was a singer: The Guy Who Sings (the hillin). And finally, there was a bassist: The Not-So-Great-But-We-Need-Some-Groove-So-We-Will-Let-Him-Join-Anyways (the morris). Years later, they finished their first songs, and recorded them. While not having a drummer at the t... (+) expand

A long time ago, a band formed on a grassy knoll in the wonderful land know as the ok Lahoma. Well, nor-Man to be specific. After much deliberation, the setup was clear, divinely inspired to be precise. There just happened to be a single player of each instrument. There was a guitarist: The Almighty (the larimore). There was a singer: The Guy Who Sings (the hillin). And finally, there was a bassist: The Not-So-Great-But-We-Need-Some-Groove-So-We-Will-Let-Him-Join-Anyways (the morris). Years later, they finished their first songs, and recorded them. While not having a drummer at the time of recording (or ever), a purely acoustic approach was taken (that and one that was cheap enough to still allow them to eat food every now and then, even if only one meal a week, except the third week of each month). Eventually a demo was made (in an evening) and given to people. Even now, if you listen closely on a sweet summer evening while sitting on a grassy knoll in the wonderful land know as ok Lahoma, near nor-Man, between the hours of 9:47 pm and 10:24 pm, you may hear a soft voice whispering: “therefore...” (-) collapse