Jeff grew up among the elite in South Beach, FL and was raised the same as every other elitist who grew up there: snobby.

All that changed one day he played with his housekeepers little son, Deshondre. Deshondre showed Jeff what the world was really like, and introduced him to something called an Upright Bass. Jeff scoffed at the though of playing an instrument, and preferred to spend his time achieving the world record goal of house card building.

All that changed the day little Deshondre came over with his Upright Bass and dropped it on the floor. Like a sheet of irony, the slam knocked over the house of cards Jeff had been feverishly working on for months. Angry, Jeff lifted the Upright Bass over his head to knock Deshondre senseless, when he accidentally plucked one of the strings. The "twang" the Bass produced was like music to Jeff's ears.

The next few years Jeff bought only the best horsehair bows for his Upright Bass. He believed in the sound the bows created. Cheap imitations would not do. After several years, Jeff was finally getting his chance to play at his school's recital

At the recital, Jeff's most dreaded thoughts finally came true. The bow he was to play with had broken. The horsehair on the bow was shredded, and all was lost. Not knowing what to do next, Jeff did the only thing he could think of. He cracked his knuckles, and in front of 3000 people whipped out the best version of "Is You is or is You Aint My Baby" playing with his two fingers instead of the bow.

A roaring applause assured Jeff that never again would a horsehair bow touch his hands. He hated horsehair so much that in the late night hours, he would don dishwashing gloves (so he wouldn't touch the horses) and cart horses away to horse poachers. It wasn't long before most of coastal Florida was horse free. This made Jeff happy. Jeff joined the Vinyl Kings on the assurance that no horses would ever be in the immediate vicinity of him, or where they were playing.