The Story of the Karmic Jesters
Some time ago two brothers emerged out of the swamps of the Lucy Anna Buy-Yous (their Momma's Five & Dime store) - muddy and wet but otherwise fully dressed. They brought with them a sound – songs that crossed across many musical genres and influences. They called themselves "Karmic Jesters" as they couldn’t think of a better name, so that one just kinda stuck.
One brother owned a guitar and could play it on occasion. The other had the voice of an angel - a very bad-ass angel that even the devil claimed to envy. He also owned the gift of words, because the words were his but he never actually paid for them. So maybe he stole the words or simply found them lying around somewhere. No matter how he came by ‘em, he used those words to create songs that people would hum, and sing and occasionally fornicate to.
Now the brothers weren’t one of your typical run to the mill one hit wonders, as they tended to fight a lot back in the day. Though one did tend to do most of the hittin’ and other tended to do more of the runnin’ (and yes, it was usually to the mill to hide), there was nothing typical about ‘em.
But the times weren’t easy for the brothers. They each suffered many trials and tribulations, which led to some prison time - otherwise known as marriage - forcing the brothers to abandon their musical aspiriations (is that a word???) Their music was thought to be lost - wandering aimlessly through a desert of static radio frequencies and silent phonograph records (as CDs and internet streaming weren’t yet invented)… Lost, until now.
And now, after 40 years and 40 nights, the brothers have triumphantly returned. And with them, they bring some of their classic hits (you know the ones I’m talkin’ about) and also some new ones that are destined to one day become classics in their own right… or someone else’s right - makes no difference to the boys as long as they get paid.
What happened to the brothers in the intervening years is anyone’s guess. In time maybe, if we are fortunate, they well tell us through hummable, singable and fornicatable tunes. I certainly hope so as that would be of great interest to Larry and I. Oh… this isn’t our story… but it’s a good story so we’re sticking with it.
And of course, every bit of this is true…
...as far as you know.