Stephen hatched from a square egg on a round mountain in the dream light of a blood moon amidst the howling and unsightly naked writhing of four crazed girls. Their plan to hatch a mandolin failed but being maternal or just down right foolish, they decided to nurture the twisted clumsy wretch that squirmed from the broken shell before them.
Whilst readying himself for hatching within his cuboid seed Stephen dreamed. Dreaming songs never heard by the masses but songs so elevated in absurd beauty it was best they remained within their perfect ovoid acoustics – hidden from the Round World to preserve the sanity of the fields of ears unaccustomed to Yolk music. Chimerical antics before a surreal band called Dizzy Limit and winning song competitions whilst uttering ancient verse in darkened auditoriums crowded with ravenous ears- it is likely he was dreaming! His shape took years to form within this awkward egg- but the egg rolled in a manner to be expected being square – wondrous to find itself moving from Sydney to Melbourne and finally; nudged by fate: to The Round Mountain where the girls were waiting… waiting to swaddle this hoary infant in furious rhythm and outrageous good time.
It has been conjectured the five members of this band are in fact temporally displaced incarnations of the same girl. The Round Mountain Girl.
