Mike Lee was found in a field, being fed by ravens. No one knows where he came from, but he is here now. One day he found a guitar lying next to him, in the gutter. He gathered his strength and grabbed it before it floated on by. Then he sold his Pineal gland to science, and afforded a small recorder. A new Pineapple gland grew in its place. He plays music. It sounds neato.