The band collided together in the dense forest of the Yukon Territories. They were forced to live together after being flushed out of their individual campsites in the general area due to massive forest fires. Once settled in to a cave in a rock outcropping high up a mountainside, and learning to live surrounded by smoke and extreme heat, Bill (now rythym guitarist), began sculpting the bands first guitar out of rock and fallen timber. Being a resourceful gatherer, Jaymi White (now a vocalist), ventured to the surrounding wooded areas not yet scathed by the flames, and found papyrus berries that not only enhanced the larynx and vocal chords, but supplied ample nutrient to her and her new company. As time went on, Katrina, (now a vocalist as well), became incredibly proficient in settling group disputes, because, as a woman, she had tact, insight, and an irrevocably spirited and hyperproactive attitude towards conjugating with the spiritual realm in order to making things right.. During the desolate times, near famen, near death, a member of the clan Nick (now lead guitarist), was coming up to the cave from searching for nourishment when he fell and landed in the mud puddle/watering hole that the clan was getting thier water from. Luckily his body was intact, even from the high fall. But then his worst fear struck; While laying helpless in the muddy pit, out of the smoldering alpine came a furry bi-ped, similar to what Nick had heard of being called a Yetti or Saskwatch. Feeling doom was emminent, especially since he constantly suffered from acute panic attacks, he chose to simply render himself unconscious and accept death. However, when he awoke, the Yetti, now named Scott (and bassist), had somehow built a fire from the nearby raging blaze. Realizing that the fire did not help the situation, the two clambered back up the mountain side and joined the clan once again at the outcropping.
Several other people were in their group, and were innovative, but desparate to find a way out of the smoking inferno. Trapped and helpless, they attempted to do such things as design hang gliders out of recycled underpants and organic, wild crafted, natural, recycled hippy feces, which failed at the cost of a valuable life of a comrad. Another individual, too smart for his own good, devised a way to always keep his cup full of water. By inducing the black magic of the Red Headed Clansmen from Eastwick, his cup was always full, but his insatiable desire to drink it caused his eyes to see merely that the cup was always nearly empty. As time grew on, the cup dried up, and another life was lost unto eternity.
The remaining members of the clan were able to wait out the three month long fire storm, and eventually return to civilization, where they began to call themselves a band, not a clan, since reintegration in to society was imperative to their lifestyles of drinking heavily and engaging in a varietal cascade of heathen-like behaviors. Trudging through every town bar and sharing their stories with every drunk in the nation and performing with instruments made of rock and coarse wood, goat sineu and the moon cycle, they began to develop a name for themselves. As the story goes, during the time spent in the Yukon, everyone had lied to each other about their names. The psuedo names were as follows: Bill:Leroy, Katrina:Olga, Jaymi:Ursula, Nick:Ictar, Scott:Scott, BJ and Natalie. Recognized by their sloppy drunk behavior by all significant others and by their acronym of combined lied-about first name letters( L.O.U.I.S), they became simply Sloppy Louis and now play music in the high mountains of Nepal, with Sherpas as their roadies.
We had a great show last night. The turn out was HUGE!!! Thank you all so much for supporting us and dancing all night long. We will be playing another date at The Badlander soon.
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