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The Story So Far...
Uncle Leon was born in a backseat in the Arizona
desert, raised up among the smokestacks and aluminum-sided jungles south of
Detroit, and educated at the lunch counters and cassette racks of every truck
stop in between.
For years, he crisscrossed the country, working variously as a professional ne'er-do-well,
part-time lover, amateur beer taster, and freelance bathroom attendant, all the
while neglecting to practice his guitar and honing his own special brand of
"garage country" songwriting.

After a regrettable incident involving two jealous fat chicks,
Leon was forced to
leave the West Coast and hide out on the mean streets of Brooklyn, New York.
There, he met bassist Neil "Poopsie" Magnuson, who was busy bashing a drunk
asshole's head against the doorway of
Hank's Saloon, and a lifelong friendship
was born.
Soon after, they encountered the wonderful Baby Maria who, fleeing
sexual slavery in her native Spanish villa, had no choice but to join the band.
Her hardship, however, was short-lived. A drunken sexual encounter (and
resulting pregnancy) with a very famous singer proved to be her ticket out of
the dead-end band. At last report, she was opening a school for exotic dancers
somewhere in Wyoming.

Meanwhile, a surly Tele-slinging roustabout named Charlie
Cheddar lost a drunken wrestling match and, as punishment, was forced to play
guitar with Uncle Leon indefinitely.

In the summer of 2006, Uncle Leon held a nationwide talent search looking for
the perfect new drummer. After three months of grueling auditions, background
checks, and myspace-style personality surveys, a sleek rock'n'roll diamond
emerged from the paradiddling rough. Ladies and gentlemen, meet
Sara, the newest Alibi. Sara made her stunning debut with Uncle Leon & the Alibis on September 9 as part of the
Brooklyn
Country Music Festival.
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