From the mind of Henry:
It was a brisk September day, if memory serves me correctly. I was putting the finishing touches in my daily pot of rabbit stew when my dear friend, Papa Luebs, telephoned me. I could tell from his first words ("what's up man?") that he was ecstatic. He had just been introduced to a certain percussionist that went by the name Dangerous Dave. Oh, how that intrigued me. We had been searching far and wide for a third fellow to complete our trio. You see, by this time we had been calling ourselves a trio for months.
And so it was born. Papa Luebs, playing that fretted instrument that provides sound to the low-end of the spectrum. Me, playing the electric guitar and singing. And Dangerous Dave, banging on shit.
From our first session of simultaneous playing of instruments, I knew this was something special. The way Dave wore his glasses was phenomenal. I digress.
We are very enthused to have you here with us, and hope you enjoy our music. Thank you and good night.