THE LEGEND OF THE SOUTHERN VELOCITY BAND Hello boys and girls. This is the story (according to folklore) of how the Southern Velocity Band got it's name.    Ready?    Ok......here we go...... Once upon a time there was this guy named Greg who played the drums and had a very fine basement.   "Hummmm", thought Greg......."If only I had a someone to play music with.......after all.......I have a very nice set of drums and a very fine basement".   "Wait!"   Greg said to himself, "I have an idea!"   The drummer remembered some of his best buds back in the day used to play guitars.   "I know!" Greg thought excitedly...."I'll call Todd and Tom and Butch and Stevie to see if they want to come over and jam awhile!"   So he did, and they said "yes!".   So the drummer pushed all the junk in the basement to one side, filled up his cooler with fine spirits and colas and waited for his best friends to arrive. Meanwhile, Todd and Tom and Butch and Stevie all hurried home to dig out their guitars and amps from the dark corners of their very dusty closets where they had been stored for many, many years.   They all rushed over to Greg's house and set up in his very fine basement.   They laughed, talked of old times, drank colas and fine spirits and played music that they remembered from their youth.   They had a grand time!   They played and played and played and played until it got dark outside and they all had to go home.   But, they came back the next day and played and played some more.   They had such a grand time, they decided that they should continue to gather in Greg's very fine basement from time to time to enjoy his colas and fine spirits and play music.   So they did. One day, Greg decided to have a party.   As he was making his party plans, he thought "Hummmmm........I wonder what kind of music I should have at my party?".   "I know!" he thought to himself.  "I should ask my best buds, Todd and Tom and Butch and Stevie if they want to play music at the party!"   "After all", he thought, "we sound pretty darn good in my very fine basement!".   So he did, and they said "yes!" The best friends played at Greg's party and everyone was astonished at the wonderful sounds that they made.   Many people asked them "What is it that you call yourselves, for surely you are a band!"   But, Greg and Todd and Tom and Butch and Stevie had not thought of a name for their band, until one of them spoke out and stated "We are the BHF Band!"   "BHF Band?" the people exclaimed, "What does that mean?"   "Well" said either Greg or Todd or Tom or Butch or Stevie (the actual speaker is unknown), "we are all going bald, or already bald headed, and we are a band so we are called the 'Bald-Headed Ffff....uhmmm......Fffff......uhmmm', oh, never mind", but it was too late.   The people proclaimed "You shall be called the 'BHF Band' " and it stuck.   So that was their name.     Until..... Soon, others began to show up to play music with Greg and his best buds.    Tom left to form his own band, but Eric and Eric and Howard and then Mary joined in with Greg and Todd and Butch and Stevie,(but not Tom because he had left to form his own band) and week after week, they played music and drank colas and enjoyed fine spirits together.    One day, they played for the people and the people liked it!   But when the people asked, "What is it that you call yourself, for surely you are a band!"   Greg and his best buds, Todd and Butch and Stevie (but not Tom because he left to form his own band) thought, "We can't be the BHF Band anymore........our new friends, Eric has hair and Eric has hair and Howard has hair and thank goodness Mary has hair...what shall we do?"   Suddenly,one of them spoke out (the actual speaker is again unknown) "I know! We shall be called the Southern Velocity Band" and the people cheered and it stuck.   The Southern Velocity Band....yes, they all agreed.....it was a very fine name indeed!   And it was so..... And that, boys and girls, is how it all began........in Greg's very fine basement........

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