Johnathan Anthropology

In the summer of ‘69, Woodstock had just begun when Jonathan Wells arrived with his makeshift garage band in tow. Johnathan’s band had the main parts of any good band. They just weren’t creative enough to get that heart beating, fist pumping, head nodding music that was absolutely necessary for any garage group to find. There was Tommy on the drums. He never really learned to play. All he could do was memorize solos and didn’t contribute at all to the creative pot. Cyrus rocked the bass, but as the same with Tommy, he just wasn’t creative enough to do anything more than memorize his riffs and occasionally scream out the chorus. Cyrus, unlike Tommy though, did learn to play at the crisp age of 13.

Johnathan, on the other hand, was what people call a guitar prodigy. He was the one who convinced his friends to join this band of his anyways. The creativity from Johnathan was astounding; he could pick up a guitar and instantly start rocking, bringing lyrics from his mind and putting them in the smoothest way, in perfect correlation with the guitar. He began playing at the age of five, took lessons at seven, got too good for his teachers at nine, and
His mother was a native Cherokee while his father was a trucker from Montana. This father of his left after Jeremy was conceived on the side of Interstate 44. Mother Mama Bear, Jeremy’s mother, always spoke of the rich white man, whose heart she won, but who had to leave on important business, for he had to deliver the much needed steel for his boss back at the Sacramento Trucking Company. His father was never seen again, but Mother Mama Bear always hoped the white man would return up until her death at the old age of 42. Jeremy, however, knew the reality of his father, the no good dead beat who knocked up his mom and left. He decided to run away from his tribe at the age of fifteen. Leaving his young mother behind to grieve the loss of both men in her