Rumor has it that Sir Tembo (headmaster of a school for wayward boys) took four of his most troubled enrollees on a safari to the Serengeti….a well meaning attempt to further their worldly awareness.
Soon after their arrival, and in the depths of late night darkness, the boys deceptively abandoned the tutorial voyage and scurried out of camp in pursuit of their own cultural expedition. Haplessly, a few hours into the next morning’s light they were tragically abducted by native tribesman, caged in the center of a remote village and left with little to ponder less their eventual fate.
In no more than a week’s time, our captives frightfully witnessed a merciless midnight raid on the village by a band of rogue elephants. Dubbed by the tribe’s elders as “The Grays” and their leader as “Atlas” (a bull beyond massive proportions) the pachydermic gang raged havoc and destruction beyond imaginable description. The boys additionally discovered the attack was somewhat common and the tribe, obviously, had yet to devise the means to avert their repetitive tormentors.
Quick minded, the boys drew from the age old adage that “music calms the most savage of beasts” and devised an ingenious scheme that would hopefully provide a mutually beneficial resolve. Incorporating hollowed logs and materials stripped from their penal stockade, they hastily fashioned crude percussive and string instruments, composed a repertoire of mesmerizing melodies with intertwined pulsating rhythms……and then sat in wait.
Upon the next assault, the boys immediately began to perform with unbridled passion and conviction. Low and behold, the ingenious plan proved to be astonishingly effective….the bull became joyously hypnotized and the herd followed suit. The plunder became a party and sublime harmony prevailed.
Above the most imaginable expectation, the elders were so gratefully impressed they not only released their captives, but also pulled bartered resources to provide the lads’ safe passage back to the US.
Well, you can easily imagine where the continuation of this fable leads us. Being wayward, devilish and in lieu of desiring conservative careers, the boys (Alex, Adam, Andy and Stoltz) were surrealistically convinced. Music was undeniably their salvation and taking this magical band to the street was nothing short of inevitable destiny.
So what to call the new adventure?
The unanimous decision….ATLAS GRAY.