Born in the backwoods of Canuckistan, Johnny spent long winter nights with his ear glued to the radio (he'd always had a problem with excess earwax), listening to all manner of music while the northern lights cavorted silently outside his window.
Even though his single mom wanted him to become a beekeeper or an interpreter at the UN, Johnny had to follow his stars (since he no longer heard the voices) to the bright lights and big city. His world opened up and he immersed himself in pop, blues, jazz and classical music. Money was scarce, so he funded his studies by selling carvings of a chainsaw that his mother made with a piece of wood.
Johnny ran across the Quantum Cowboys when they were hitchhiking to their jobs at the local nuclear plant. Of course, he immediately stopped, brushed them off and apologized. Treating the Cowboys to breakfast, Johnny noted that in spite of their healthy glow, they seemed unhappy and unfulfilled. In the course of their conversation, they discovered a mutual passion for Klezmer music sung in the original Yiddish.
Resolving to explore the limits of their shared interests, everyone piled into Johnny’s 1958 Edsel, stuck their instruments in the trunk and hit the road.
Going where no one has gone before (Reykjavik, Minsk, Pinsk, Baghdad and Kushiro City, to name a few ) and little known in Canada, the group has honed their unusual blend of humour, pathos and musicianship by playing to the sonically impoverished, the tone deaf and the just plain jaded. Serving up an eclectic blend of pop and jazz, the old and the new, the group exhibit their total disregard for outmoded concepts such as harmony, timing and bass lines.