
In a time of turmoil and in a place where patrons of live music venues
hang their heads and down their drinks out of boredom, there’s
only one thing that can lift the spirits of these beaten men and women.
There’s only one thing that can save them from the harsh realities
of horrible bands that plague the city in which you live. That one
thing is The Lunchbox Superheroes.
Started in 1999, these three extraordinary beings we call the Lunchbox
Superheroes have sworn to save the world from all that sucks through
the power of music. They have since saved millions from potential
suicides by stopping the evil crappy bands from afflicting these
innocent people with their horrible music.
When guitarist / vocalist / songwriter Jeremy
Magid reached adulthood, he was persuaded by a powerful
feeling from within to leave his hometown in New Jersey and search
for better things. Heading to California, his car broke down outside
of Phoenix in a city called Tempe. Having no money to fix the car,
he got a job waiting tables at a Ruby Tuesday’s. At Ruby Tuesday's
he met another waiter, who happened to be a drummer, named Dane
"the Dragon" Downs.
After a night of work, the two of them hit the bars to have some
fun and relax, but they never got their chance. Every bar they entered
was full of clinically depressed people, victims of the evil garage
bands. No matter what part of town they went to, they found the
same thing. Then on one mysterious night, in a dark out of the way
bar, they noticed a man unaffected by the evil bands powers. He
had long hair, an outlandish sense of style, and striped socks pulled
up to his knees. He is known as LBSH bassist Phil
Short. When the three of them realized that they had
the ability to withstand the powers of the evil bands, there was
suddenly a feeling of hope that arose in the pit of their stomachs
and filled them with the determination to fight out against this
evil. They left the bar determined to begin their plans.
Outside the bar, they walked toward their cars making plans for
their newly formed rebellion. As they rounded the building and entered
the ally way, an old Jamaican woman approached them from the shadows
and held out some sort of lunchbox. She glared at them and whispered,
"This box contains a pouch of magic herb, and it has chosen
you. Smoke this herb, and its power will be unleashed." Phil
and Dane were freaked out and wanted to move on, but Jeremy drew
closer. The old woman continued, "Your quest is one of much
danger... you must seek your destiny. Hurry, time is running out!"
She placed the lunchbox in Jeremy’s hand and disappeared.
Excited by what they had received, the three of them rushed to
the nearest head shop to buy a pipe for which to smoke their magic
herb. The salesman greeted them as they walked through the door
of the head shop. As he began to show them the glassware, the magical
herb began to vibrate inside the lunchbox, and the Jamaican woman's
words echoed in Jeremy's head-- "You must seek out your destiny..."
Convinced it was no coincidence, since he was still sober, the three
of them went back to Jeremy's house, eager to see what power was
embedded within the buds of the magic herb.
Jeremy was the first to try the herb. As he lit the pipe, the
magic herb began to glow and he nervously inhaled the smoke. As
his lungs filled with the smoke a warm feeling subdued him. His
body went numb as he exhaled and he could feel his newly acquired
power running all through his veins. Suddenly, his fingers became
loose and ideas for guitar riffs filled his head and sweet sinful
melodic rhymes flowed from within out into the quiet, calm night.
Dane was the next to smoke the pipe and the effect was the same.
He couldn’t stop himself from knocking out drum pattern after
drum pattern on the concrete wall behind him as his mind quickly
unlocked the secrets to perfect time. When Phil smoked the herb,
his jeans turned to polyester as funky bass grooves poured out from
his subconscious.
With these new powers, and a nice buzz, the three once average
men started out on their journey to save the world from all that
sucks, giving birth to the saviors of live music patrons, the Lunchbox
Superheroes.
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