moon patrol has its origins in dan's inability to digest beets. it was while we relaxed at our world famous secret headquarters in glasgow when an irate pleasure unit approached the high council to demand we discover where that incredible smell was coming from. using the latest scientific technology we discovered it was emanating from detroit. after refining the equipment a bit we found the source of the offensive odor somewhat closer to home. apparently a tiny jewish bassist had gotten caught in the hydroponic gardens and had been forced to subsist on a diet of raw beets for well over 23 days. finding the bassist was an orphan, carrie quickly moved to adopt him, proclaiming him both "cute and wee." as the previous tiny jewish bassist had completely etherialized from this plane after achieving godhead through repetion of the word belgium, there was room on the council for him. as he grew, he began to express dissatisfaction with his lot. carrie's constant insistance he dress in old pink floyd concert t-shirts was beginning to get to him. it was while he was in a tirade that he put forth the fact that even though the high council consisted of the positions "tiny jewish bassist", "lanky drummer", "stout vocalist", "slightly addled guitarist" and "chick who plays keyboards", we never actually played any instruments. so one day, we tried it. and it was good. or at least good enough.