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Formed: 2005
Official Site: www.myspace.com/missingdeltora
iSound Site: www.isound.com/missing_deltora
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| John was a guitarist, phasing between bands, never finding the right people to click with, he wrote songs and recorded them but there was always something missing, that certain element that can only come from the right mix of people. How these people came together was quite |
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John was a guitarist, phasing between bands, never finding the right people to click with, he wrote songs and recorded them but there was always something missing, that certain element that can only come from the right mix of people. How these people came together was quite the synchronicity.
John was playing his guitar late one night, while thinking of his family, specifically, his brother James. During a family holiday in Zaire he was lost to the jungle never to been seen again, that was in 1991. He often found himself wondering if James had survived, but on this night there was a great knock at the door. John walked to the door and opened it to see his long lost brother, dressed in animal hides with wild hair and a bushy beard standing there. He had somehow managed to journey all the way back home after all this time. John took him in, but he immediately became too much, bashing on anything he could get his hands on, making all sorts of noise. John couldn’t communicate with him, as James had never learned English. He would need help.
James was committed to a psychiatric hospital the next day. John kept in keen contact with his doctor, what he learned was incredible: James had been taken in by the mumboto pygmies from the long lost Deltora tribe, (hence the name) and taught him all they could about tribal rhythms, with this came great drumming ability, the doctor said. John knew this could be his chance at the band he had always wanted. John discharged him right away, shaved him and clothed him in normal clothes, although James had a certain affinity with collars that no one could grasp, he just refused to wear T-shirts.
As John taught him the ways of the rock drummer his abilities grew, they then needed a bass player. They stumbled across one just outside of the youth hostel, a bum who would play guitar for change. He had no name that was known and his playing of the guitar was terrible, as he only played on string at a time, but they saw talent in him. The talent of a bass player, one string was all he could play and one string was all he would play! They showered him, washed him, cleaned him up and let him live in the crawl space between Johns garage and hot water system. He was happy, and so were the brothers, as the band was coming together nicely. This character was named Sadi for Sad And Desperate Individual.
Missing Deltora was almost complete, the band members were beginning to learn to communicate, and the songs were coming together nicely, and they were rockin’! There was only one thing missing, that thing that would put their music up there, put the songs over the edge so they weren’t just rockin’, so they were FUCKING ROCKING! What was needed was a singer.
Missing Deltora continued to fine tune their craft and songs while putting ads in papers, magazines, anywhere we could think of, but to no avail. They were at the end of the rope when at last something happened. The three members were out drinking heavily one night and on the way home came across a man who had been duck taped to a flagpole. Thinking this was hilarious Sadi started kicking him in the crotch, laughing in that toothless way he did. This in turn made James remember his time with the mumboto tribe and he joined in kicking this poor man in the crotch over and over. John winced, he didn’t think he could watch much more of it, but then his ears pricked up. Every yelp and scream this man-thing uttered as he was kicked was in the tone of the most beautiful falsetto he had ever heard. This man was their singer! After kicking him seven or eight more times he was untied long enough to bring him back to Johns place. Where he was kept tied up in the basement until he finally agreed to sing for the band in exchange for his freedom. Aaron was his name and he completed their line up.
Now all that is left is to bring our music to you, We will be playing shows very soon, and you’d better hope to be there! |
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