Weezul Brothers Band

To know the Weezul Brothers it is necessary to go back in time and look at our Daddy.

Joshua Weezul was a Poet-Musician-Signpainter, Snake oil salesman and ne’er-do-well
That traveled the length of this great land searching to find himself, or at least a warm place to lay.

Starting off in California, he took a chance on an Indian blanket and left behind a son
that found ol’ dad’s guitar…he picked up the name “Jack” because Dad denied him so often that people would question him saying,, “You don’t know Jack!” (That’s where that phrase originated.) but he did learn to play the thing anyway.

Upon leaving California Dad took up with a mountain woman that had settled in Ohio. Gnawing through the leg trap that helped him become a “Homebody”, ol’ Josh left behind a young man that actually thought that he was a wolf. His howling paid off when he found that, not only could he scare off real wolves, but he also learned to sing…since he refused to ever let go of his microphone, everyone called him “Mike”.

Daddy found himself in Detroit building Ford trucks, where he met a pretty girl working as a welder at Ford. She wasn’t actually pretty, but ol’ Dad wasn’t real picky. Anyway she swept him off of his feet, literally, and carried him off to live with her gypsy family.

Ol’ Dad fit right in with this buncha bums and eventually a son was born. Since he was the ‘Awfullest” looking kid they ever saw, they named him “Theophalous”. Not only was he kinda hard to look at he had a habit of slamming heavy spoons onto big pots. This became a problem, they would chuck him oughta the shack so often that he became known as “Chuck”. He later found a drum set and the rest is history.

Ol’ Dad then moved on to the Northern Indiana/Southern Wisconsin area where he met his next love, a lady that had a small cheese makin' operation. She put Dad to work cleaning out the barn and doing some milking. Ol' Pop enjoyed farm life and watchin' the old bull out doin' his "THING"....later he found some other uses for all that hay in the barn....and about a year later....Brother Richard was born and joined into Dad's growing, "Extended Family"! Somewhere along the way Richard found that playin' the bass came "nachurly" to him.

After Richard's Mom tossed ol’ Dad out he moved to Nova Scotia and met a lady that tried real hard to get Dad to settle down. She thought that she might have a son that she could teach to play the piano, he’d be a real musician and together they might bring some civility to the ol’ boy. Were they ever wrong, Dad tried to name the boy “Sue” so she threw Dad out and gave their son a nice name, “Ken.”

The boys knew nothing of each others existence but they all got the word that ol’ Dad had been shot by a jealous husband. At his memorial service the boys all looked at each other and felt an immediate kinship to each other…as they talked... they all realized that ol’ Dad had left them with talents that could help them work together. They started a band so they could finally bring some honor to their family name…They wanted to honor the old man and call themselve's "Dad's Lil' Bastards" ...but wisely decided on the "WEEZUL BROTHERS BAND"...SO FAR...THE DESIRE TO BRING HONOR TO THE OLD MAN HASN’T WORKED ALL THAT WELL!