The members of Lady Franklin met on a riverboat of the same name during the Grand Excursion of 1854. During the long boat ride up the Mississippi, the group wiled away the hours playing folk tunes for the passengers and crew. By the time they landed in Minneapolis, they figured they might as well keep it up.
However, this was not meant to be. In an accident involving an overturned wagon and some angry chickens, the members of Lady Franklin completely lost track of each other, reluctantly going their separate ways for the next hundred and fifty years. Leif happily fiddled away the latter 1800s and entire twentieth century in the Adirondack Mountains, tending his still and speaking heartily to anyone who would listen. Peter and Kari launched themselves into New England abolitionist politics, while Matt simply lined his pockets as a carpetbagger in postbellum South Carolina. And so the years passed. Things were good, but each one longed for the rollicking sound they had lost so long ago.
And then...it happened. One moonlit night in 2005, drawn together by the power of Artistic License, Lady Franklin re-united on the shores of Lake Calhoun. As they emerged from a fog which was inexplicably backlit and quite dramatic, the band members looked one to the other and Knew That It Was Time. Kari finally broke the silence.
“Let’s play.â€
And so they did. Have been ever since.
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Note: Rumors that Lady Franklin are actually just friends who happen to play music are false, unfounded, and what's more, not even true. Peter and Kari are also not siblings. The idea!