There used to be a time when time was not there, and we were not here, and nobody was anywhere. This time was called The Bind.
In The Bind all of it was formed, all of them things that now are taken for granted. The stars was in The Bind, and the Sun (that's the one we got) was in The Bind, water and space and all of them rocks was in The Bind. After a time of eons or so, a lot of all this stuff was spat in a ball and it spread all around, turning into what become known as Energy Birth, that's what made where you are today, out of dust and gore from The Bind.
Jazzy Jon is a primal force, more nature than most, a child of the Cosmos (you dig?). A person like that is what we say is of The Bind. The words he has gathered flow from channels not available to us; channels that date back through the Energy Birth to the very Bind itself. He has made a selfless task of spitting birth to the words to help illuminate us all and give life to the reason of the ages. Adopt his messages with an open heart and his spirit will serve you well!
Dr Jazz is a mandate. There are some who have said of him this: ' 'e's a queer one that Doc'er Jazz, 'n I don't mind who knows ah thinks it! I don't know if 'e be quite 'uman like what we be!' There is more truth in this than might be apparent at first, for Nobody does actually know whether they's a bit o' truth in it or not. It has sometime been said that he weren't born proper like us, but he just come out fully formed from a spontaneous Jazz Cloud, down some alley one night behind a jazz joint. Whatever his origins, his mission is clear: to gather up the most unearthly grooves and grinds in his Space Box, and tip 'em 'at chew'.. in 'your face' (you dig).
JazzMaster Replica is loose and slack, easy with his vibes and patrolling the floor. He can conjure up Air Screams by waving his hand about like a fool! You ain't seen 'im comin', but 'e's behind you with a squeal! That cat don't know what's the difference between right 'n wrong! It don't matter, he's at chew 'fore you can get away! Nobody knows nothing 'bout where he come from at all, man that lad is 'avin' a ball (you dig?).