Welcome to the Swamp
“Deep in the swamplands of Florida, a ragtag group of seasoned musicians gathered at a crossroads with intents to conjure something new. They had all been improvising their special form of magic for years, honing their crafts, often playing together throughout their sordid histories. They were ready to let the spirits take them in some new directions; to find some strange new paths along their dark journeyings.
Now these swamp-boys had been used to more traditional ways, playing their folk and blues with their acoustic instruments. Don’t let anyone say they weren’t crazy wit it though; ‘sperimentin and pushin’ the forms, sometimes way out past the edges of things (so as they couldn’t always make it back and would fall.) But, still – though they was masters of their respectin’ domains, they knew there was more to be pulled from the aether and was itchin’ to get it on.
It was a hot steamy night, the last day of spring, when they got together to form their plan, and the simmering heat and swamp gases must have gone to work on them. They had brought some amps and other items they had found along their ways, and with the night air cracklin’ with a strange dark energy, they jacked in.
Whether they was prepared for the mighty rock that was unleashed from their souls none can say, but they harnessed the beast and rode it down the rails. Afterwards as they lay dazed, high and sated, they knew that it was good and swore to complete the rituals again as their strength allowed. As that summer began, the light had taken on a new quality and everything had gone electric.”
– A History of Sorts