The Latter-Day Top, a touring jug band of the time, was making their way through the very town at whose very paint museum my Great-Uncle Cooper was visiting when a very youthful gentleman suddenly burst into the museum's acrylic gallery wearing a distraught look about his face."Young sir," my uncle started, "what matter seems to be bothering you?" "This morning I found our band's vocalist, who also doubles on whisky-jug, dead from asphyxiation. His last words were: This jug's pitch is too high, something must be done!. "Well, I don't know if I can be of much aid, but in my youth I was known to play a mean turpentine-jug; before I sold it to pay for the surgery." So, as fate would have it, The Latter-Day Top, accompanied by Great-Uncle Cooper on turpentine-jug, boogie-woogied the town silly. They did so well that they were even able to pay for Great-Uncle Cooper's bail after the town realized that he was
boogie-woogying them with a stolen relic from their town's historic museum. Fame didn't last very long for Great-Uncle Cooper, however, because after cutting only one vinyl with The Latter-Day Top, the bandmembers sold their instruments for the new technology of the time - electrically powered instruments. They then skipped town,leaving Great-Uncle Cooper high and dry, grew out their youthful chin
hairs and changed their name to ZZ Top.