Once upon a time, in a land not so far away, the Phatman got a desperate call from a niteclub owning Leprechaun of not un-robust build who was in a bind. It seemed the roving band of minstrels that were to ply their craft at that night's October 31st New Year's Ball had cancelled, leaving the unlucky Leprechaun's Primary tavern destitute of entertainment. All this did not bode well, and the Phatman endeavored to rectify the situation.......however, none of his bands of gypsys or minstrels could avail themselves. So the Phatman called CT's favorite defendant who knew a smokin' bass violist ( that smoked huge honkin' stinkin' disgustin' cigars) , and the Phatman saw that it was good. But needing the heart and backbone for the fledgling creature about to be born, the Phatman summoned the as yet unknown Diamond Dave, citing his prowess on stretched synthetic calf skins and hammered brass. Three sets and fifty some odd smokin' songs later, Smokin' Herb was born. The Phatman smiled as the leprechaun paid handsomely in the golden coin of the realm and saw that It was Good. The moral of the story (if ever there was one,) is: with a name like Smokin' Herb, it's GOTTA BE GOOD!!!!!!
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