That evil, conniving wench goddess Fortuna spit on them again one autumnal afternoon at Thistledown Racetrack in eastern Cleveland. There they ran into General Jefferson Bailey, Master at Arms & Sergeant at Legs in Cleveland's militia unit The Political Defribbulaters. He had just won $1200 dollars on a boxed exacta bet with the horses 'Lil' Gimper' and 'Eats, Poops, Loses' who, strangely enough, had just eaten, pooped, and come in second place. With his new found wealth and malt liquor-fueled camaraderie, he treated Billy Sunday and Rockie to his culinary specialty, Rock & Roll Soufflé, an award winning dish of his own creation revolving around Weidemann's (an unpopular Canadian beer), zucchini, salt-flavored salt, and TLC (toxic lithium carbohydrates). Awed by his multi-instrumental prowess, and vaguely nauseous from his ambrosial rat poison, Billy Sunday and Rockie convinced the General to join their musical outfit. All three then decided that they could no longer support a state whose name began and ended with the letter 'O'. They decided to ply their musical wares, to prostitute their sonic packages as it were, in Brooklyn, New York because of its easy accessibility from New Jersey and Connecticut, and because of the surfeit of arty, hipster, loft dwelling types for them to ridicule. read the story of Danny Barcelona...