Seriously though, who the heck are you guys talking about. I did a google search for "Moonbeam Jackson" and came up with nothing.
Ah Forrest "Moonbeam" Jackson, he began life as a simple boy from Gary Indiana with a Judeo-Christian upbringing. With a voicebox from the gods and a smile that would melt a Viking heart, He quickly became the favorite in a house full of 18 musicians and a biracial transexual. He learned to cherish the good things in life, never brandishing a frown or sour disposition. At the tender age of 13 he was deemed protege to the legandary Pierce Douglass, whose influences included Michael Cummings and The King of Flim-Flam himself, John-David Flennessy. While young Forrest was skyrocketing to super stardom in the decade, his stunning psychological problems began to seep through his Cheshire Cat persona. He was arrested February of 1934 for accosting a man who tried to illegally sell him liqour. He pleaded no contest and was fined three bushels of alfalfa. Yet through his emotional anguish he remained a musical genius, in 1937 while performing before a Lansing Michigan Crowd, he amazed the audience by combining the Lindy Hop with the Charleston in a move that was dubbed "The Moonbeam." His fame spread to most rural parts of Cleveland, and his fan base ranged from Greta Garbo to Adolf Hitler. Sadly in 1946 Moonbeam Jackson was assassinated by a crazed fan and former political consulant to Emperor Hirohito, Tung-Se Won. While his music will be remembed for years to come, Moonbeam's glowing personality was always his crowning achievement.
Moe is essentially on the right track although keeley does not like to discuss some of the more sordid details of his upbringing (you know, the whole living with musicians thing). It's the other way around, man. For real.
Ok, keeley. I was in an severely altered state last night when I typed that. You knew what I meant. Jerk.
Why is thread still here? I thought I told you already. I fashioned him out of popsicle sticks and chewing gum.
